ASYA’S POV
I put on the pyjamas Pasha bought for me and glance at myself in the bathroom mirror. The top isn’t that bad, maybe a size or two too big, but the bottoms are a different story. I had to roll the waist and cuff the legs more than twice to make sure they’d stay on and I wouldn’t trip while walking. Size medium. I usually wear extra small.
The rest of the clothes lie folded on the long counter. All mediums. Either Pasha has never shopped for women’s clothes, or he has a terrible sense of size. I notice two empty shelves in the cabinet at the other end of the bathroom and put the clothes there. I don’t want to intrude on his space more than I already have. I still can’t believe he’s let me stay.
When I exit the bathroom, Pasha steps out of his closet, wearing dark gray pyjama bo
