- Alison's pov -
As I glanced around the luxurious bedroom, my eyes fell upon the array of exquisite dresses that Noah had sent for me. Each one seemed more extravagant than the last, a testament to his wealth and generosity. But as I looked down at the oversized pajamas and shirt that I was wearing—Noah's own—I couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions.
The clothes engulfed me, swallowing my petite frame in a sea of fabric that hung loose and baggy. It was as if I had been wrapped in Noah's embrace, his scent lingering in every fiber of the fabric. The sleeves were too long, the hem dragging along the floor as I moved, and the shirt threatened to slip off my shoulders with every step.
But despite their oversized appearance, there was a strange comfort in wearing Noah's clothes. The
