Vorian’s POV
“What exactly do you expect me to wear? You’re the one wearing my shirt,” I said, the edge of a smirk tugging at my mouth. Her jealousy was almost endearing.
“Ravelyn leaves clothes here. There’s a closet in the back.” Kavira didn’t even glance my way as she spoke, and I caught the scent of coffee brewing from the kitchen.
Back in the bedroom, it didn’t take long to find the stash of Ravelyn’s clothes. Thankfully, he had decent taste soft sweats and a plain t-shirt, comfortable and simple. When I returned to the living room, the girls had just walked in from the kitchen, each holding a steaming cup except Kavira only brought one. I kept my mouth shut and sat down in the chair, crossing one ankle over my knee. I waited, silent and alert, letting them get settled before push
