Marie had a white bra that she hated. It was too small and too prudish. She liked other colors, blacks and pinks and yellows.
But Logan loved it. He loved to see her in it. It was his absolute favorite surprise. When he slipped his hands under her shirt, he hoped he'd feel the white bra.
It was lacy with a tiny blue bow. It was the most innocent thing he'd ever seen on the most innocent girl he'd ever want.
Marie had a white bra that she hated and a boyfriend named Logan that she loved – Marie wore that damn bra all the time.