Worth The Fight by L.D Davis Are you really going to wear that shirt while you make love to me?” she asked, letting her eyes fall on the shirt I had forgotten I had on. I looked down at my shirt, too and frowned. I could take the shirt off, but I hadn’t realized it was so offensive. “Stripes,” she snorted, shaking her head. “You’re so lucky that I know what I’m getting under that hideous shirt.” I laughed now. More of our earlier conversation had followed us into the bedroom. “Go ahead and laugh,” she said primly. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to have an orgasm while running my hands up and down your horizontal lines.”F*** “Are you really going to wear that shirt while you make love to me?” she asked, letting her eyes fall on the shirt I had forgotten I had on. I looked down at my shirt, too and frowned. I could take the shirt off, but I hadn’t realized it was so offensive. “Stripes,” she snorted, shaking her head. “You’re so lucky that I know what...