“Can’t you just picture everyone in their underwear?” he asked.
“I would prefer not to picture you in your underwear,” I said.
“Ouch!” he said. He picked up a book that had been misplaced on the shelf behind me and rearranged it, resting his hand right above my head. I held my breath for a few moments as I realized just how close we were. “For the record, I’ve been told I look rather refined in my underwear.”
– The Big F, Maggie Ann Martin
The Bibliophagist 