Cass came out of the bathroom dressed in some of the softest, silkiest pajamas he'd ever worn. He just grabbed something that was on the top and when he looked at himself in the mirror in the bathroom, his cheeks flushed.
It was basically masculine lingerie.
It was silky, white and sheer. It hadn't looked like it when he was grabbing something from the top drawer of his dresser. It had looked like solid, white pajamas. You could see his nipples through the top. If he hadn't been wearing underwear, you could have seen his cock and balls easily. You could see the strong lines of the underwear he was wearing.
He should have just gone out in the towel.
Lucian, the snitch, could tell that Cass was embarrassed because there was a firm knock on the door.
