When I realized I was pregnant, I was happy to leave my job and move into my boyfriend's apartment.
Dillon and I first met when I was still employed. He was employed for a meal delivery service.
He was generally the one who delivered me my favorite drink, bubble tea. We grew to know each other better over time as we saw each other frequently.
Dillon was precisely the way I like them—tall and steady. When I was ill, he not only got me some medicine but also bubble tea.
We became a couple by default as I told him how I felt first because he was so kind to me.
Dillon said he could take care of me, so I didn't have to work as hard.
I stayed at home and cared for the unborn child after learning I was pregnant.
Two months later, I saw that a new tenant had moved into the apartment next door.
He was strange, though. His clothes were sloppy, he had a dejected expression, and I shuddered at the way he looked at people.
I was anxious every time I saw him in the stairwell.
I stayed at home and ordered takeout and watched TV while Dillon was at work most of the time.
One afternoon, my food delivery arrived while I was lounging on the couch and watching TV.
The delivery man was instructed to place it on the little shelf outside my door. Ten minutes later, I finally stood up to retrieve it.
I opened the door to see a package on the floor.
I was immobile. It's been a long time since I made an online purchase. Was it delivered to the incorrect address by the courier?
The door beside me opened at that very moment. My dejected neighbor emerged wearing slippers.
He looked at me without blinking, his eyes obscured by his very long bangs. A shiver ran down my back.
A woman who lived in an apartment building was attacked and killed by a guy, according to recent news reports. That was the first thing that came to me when I saw him.
I quickly picked up the gift and my lunch and closed the door, which clicked loudly to lock.
After I finished eating, I finally opened the package.
The shipping label was a line of asterisks with no sender. The name of the recipient, Jenn, was the only information written.
It looked like any ordinary cardboard box. When I shook it, it created a gentle rustling sound and was light.
When I opened it, I froze once more.
Inside were women's underwear.
It's not just ordinary underwear but a very sexy lace thong. This is something I have never purchased before.
I turned it over in my hands, quite bewildered.
If I didn't, who did? Was Dillon capable of doing it?
My face became heated.
I deliberately wore a silk nightgown over a lace thong when Dillon got home from work that evening.
I tucked my hair behind my ear, sat directly beside him, and gave him a flirty smile.
"I didn't know you liked this kind of thing, Dillon."
He looked astonished, and his eyes glowed with delight. "Wow, you look great tonight."
He drew me in and kissed me.
Because of the baby, we simply held hands and kissed.
"So you like me in lace thongs, huh?" I asked him later, while we were snuggled up in bed.
I got a forehead kiss from Dillon. "I've never seen you in one before." It looks amazing. Where did you purchase it? Obtain more.
I halted my motion.
What? Did he not purchase it?
A shiver went through me.
Who was it if it wasn't him?