Chapter 13 : Strike Three

*Jane*

“I think not,” I say, folding my arms resolutely. Rachel sighs in exasperation.

“Oh, come on, Jane. It’s a totally great idea,” she insists.

“I’m not a lingerie kind of girl, Rach. You know that,” I remind her.

“Yeah, well, it’s not exactly regular circumstances is it?” We’re lazing about in the cafeteria between classes, and my friend is staunchly trying to convince me to buy a 'welcome home' gift for Noah. But it’s not really my comfort zone, which is something Rachel knows full well.

The thought of putting myself out there like that is scary.

“Okay, backtrack. Why aren’t you into the idea? You have the body for it. You’ve worn sexy clothing before. What’s the big deal?” she asks, genuine curiosity in her voice.