Peachy Lace Bralette | Bedworn & Barely There

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Soft peach lace, delicate straps, and a dangerously open back.

I don’t wear this one often—it’s my quiet companion on nights I don’t feel like being held down. Just lace, skin, and sheets.

When I do wear it, it’s usually to bed—nothing underneath, nothing over it. Just the feel of soft lace and the heat of me underneath it.

If you'd like me to sleep in it one more night before she leaves my drawer forever, I can. But be warned: she’ll smell like dreams and skin by the time she gets to you.

18.00 USD

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