It’d been Natalia’s idea.

You agreed because you’d never been waxed before, and how bad could it be, right?

Very.

Very bad. It hurt. Still.

Your pubic area being sore wasn’t something you thought possible. And it hurt like hell.

You glared at Nat every time she laughed at you and tried to wack you with something, calling her a teenage boy trying to hit his friend.

You were relieved when you finally got to go home, pouting at James as you entered the townhouse.

“Hey, sweetheart, how was your day?” He asked, smiling softly as he stood from the couch, walking up to you.

“Painful.”

“What? Why?” He asked, suddenly concerned.

’Why would your day be painful? You didn’t go on a mission..’ he thought.

“Nat convinced me to go with her today and get Brazilian waxes.”

“….Oh, sweetheart.” He chuckled softly.