Aliya's POV
I stood there frozen, like a kid caught stealing candy. I didn't know what to say, and I should have just walked out, but no, I had to open my mouth.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, my eyes darting back and forth like a lost puppy.
He smirked and walked closer. "Aliya, you're in my room."
"I'm not," I protested defensively, then realized how dumb I sounded.
He chuckled loudly, like I was a jester. "You're literally holding and sniffing my clothes, and yet you're not in my room?"
I realized how tightly I had clung to his T-shirt, so I threw it away, keeping my head down to avoid his burning gaze. Taking my head down seemed like a bad idea, though, given what my eyes came into contact with.
If I hadn't known how big he was down there, I could have sworn I saw a bulg
