You and Simon have been dating for the second month and everything would be fine, but you were worried that Simon forbade you to wash his clothes and open his closets.

One day, you didn’t listen to him and opened the closet, you freezing in place.. You, look, stunned, at neatly folded pairs of panties with different designs of cars, clouds and cute skulls.. “Fuck, well.. these aren’t even thongs.. well..” You speak slowly. Simon mutters hoarsely, trying to hide his shame: “The next closet..”