“So, what, we can discuss guys’ boxers versus briefs, no big deal, but the women’s equivalents are unmentionable? Hey! I bet that’s where they got that name. I’m putting that in a story,” she said, pulling her phone out of his grip and opening up Instagram.

She looked up from her phone when she was done, her expression softening slightly. “Okay, no joke, you’re really not looking like yourself. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said, resisting the urge to run a hand over his forehead to check for sweat. “Just feeling a little out of my league.”

“Out of your league?” she asked skeptically. “I was under the impression that you were rather proficient at this.”

“Lingerie shopping? Hardly.”

“Well, not the shopping part, but the product itself.” She spread her hands wide and gestured around the swanky store. “You can’t tell me you haven’t seen plenty of the goods out in the wild. Don’t underestimate how many mornings I’ve stopped by your place before we headed to brunch and found Saturday-night’s companion lingering around wearing very little.”

“Not my fault women never leave when you want them to leave,” he muttered.

She tugged at the end of her ponytail, looking suddenly nervous as she studied him. “Are you going to say that about me?”

“What?”

“Well, I mean, we haven’t really talked through any of the logistics of this. I was imagining we’d be living under the same roof—”

“Of course we will,” he said, frowning. It was what he was most looking forward to, if he were being honest. His home always felt most right when Audrey was in it. More alive, somehow. And for that matter, it didn’t have to be his house. He had the same sense of ease and rightness when he was at hers. Almost as though home was wherever Audrey was.

He promptly winced at the saccharine clichés of his own brain.

“Well, if you can’t wait for those women to leave on Sunday mornings, how are we going to be any different?”

“Well, for starters, because it’s us,” he said, trying not to feel bothered by the fact that she’d put herself in the same category as his one-night stands, or even his five-night stands. Did she not realize that she was different?

“Hey.” He moved slightly closer, not wanting to be overhead. “Are you having second thoughts? You know you can back out anytime, no hard feelings.”

She let out a breathy laugh. “You realize how crazy that sounds, right? A groom telling his bride there will be no hard feelings if she backs out of the wedding?”

“Which is what makes our situation so perfect,” he said, reaching for her hands, almost without realizing he was doing so. “We care about each other’s happiness. You being happy is what matters most to me.”