Alex told himself it was just fabric. That was the lie he repeated as he stood in the lingerie aisle, fingers brushing lace that felt far too soft to belong in his hands. They were a pair of baby-blue silk panties with lace-back. They were exactly the kind of soft, feminine thing he craved. His heart raced. The sound of ruffling spooked him. He chose quickly. His hands grabbed a pair of black with lace trim hipsters style...