“No! I mean I have guy stuff for you. Big-guy stuff. I bought everything in size triple XL.” I eye the breadth of his shoulders doubtfully. “Though now I’m thinking that might not be big enough.”
Kage frowns at me. “You bought me clothes?”
He seems so astonished, I get embarrassed. I hope I haven’t crossed some macho male line, like now he’ll think I’m trying to be his mother and feel smothered or something.
In retrospect, maybe it wasn’t such a good idea.
Looking at my feet, I say, “Um. Just like sweats. And socks. And T-shirts. Stuff you could, um, wear like, after a shower. Or before bed. To be comfortable. So you’d have some things here if you wanted to spend the night…”
I trail off into silence, not knowing what else to say because it all sounds so lame out loud.
He lifts my chi
