Chapter 19

The bed is still neatly made up, all masculine looking and inviting in shades of gray tones and textures. I notice my clothes from last night are on the end of the bed, along with my shoes and one of Arrick’s hooded sweaters. He’s left them here so I can get dressed into something that fits me and make it clear I am not to walk about without a top over it. I eye roll at the obvious brotherly move and slip off the robe without any shyness. He’s left the bedroom door shut and would knock if he were planning on coming back in.

I used to keep clothes in his spare room when I stayed here frequently, but I cleared them all out the last time I left here. A stupid childish act to get at him because Natasha had done something to piss me off like she always does. It was my way of saying ‘fuck you’ and moved everything I ever kept here to Amber’s apartment. It was a lot. An array of clothes, toiletries, and personal effects from the room I used to call mine.

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