““Grabbing a bag of peas from the freezer, I sat down next to Luke who had followed my request and taken off his pants. He was wearing boxers that looked eerily similar to the ones from last night. “Please tell me you don’t recycle underwear.” Luke grabbed the cold compress, pressing it against his cheek and flinched. “Damn that’s cold.” The longer I stared at the pattern on his underwear, the more convinced I became they were the same pair. How disgusting. My compulsive cleanliness made me want to wash them in scalding hot water with bleach. “I am sorry, but I have to wash your underwear,” I blurted. “I just have to.””
