Song?: Childish Flamingo
☆ 8 0 0 R e a d s :D☆
Esme inspected each drawer in the closet. She arched her eyebrow at the sight of a pile of bras in one drawer. Worried they wouldn't be the right size, she tries them on. To her surprise, they fit perfectly.
Later at dinner that night, she confronts him.
"How the fuck did you know my bra size?" She asks. He chuckles a little.
"I may be blind suga', but I can still feel." He winks. Esme smirks.
"Damn right you felt em."
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"Happy Anniversary!" Reese exclaimed. He handed Winter a white box. Winter's pale white cheeks flushed as she opened the box. It was hella big for a piece of jewelry.
Winter let out a little yelp as she saw the box's content. Hesitantly pulling it out, she showed Reese.
"You got me underwear?" Reese burst out laughing.
"Hell yeah, I did!" He smirked. Reese then got very close to Winter's ear, making her breath hitch. "Now, I'm asking you nicely, put that on and go upstairs to our floor where I'll be waiting."
"O-ok," Winter uttered.
He left.
Winter hurriedly put on the outfit. It was white, lacy, and fitted her better than her normal underwear did.
"Oh god, Reese..."
If I was the FMC, I'd be hella confused. I mean, how?
How to avoid?: Use common sense and realize that the MMC probably wouldn't know the FMC's bra size exactly.
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Seemingly unavoidable cliches
عشوائيY'all know those cliches we see everywhere, but seem so hard to avoid? Well, I'M GOING TO BE A CLICHE AND MAKE A LIST. Also will I try and help my fellow wattpad authors who struggle with these.
