I watched as he stood. I quickly averted my gaze, suddenly remembering the way he had curled around me protectively, the feel of his chest pressed against my back and the way he had cradled my wrists so gently.
I shuffled toward the walk-in closet and grabbed one of his black shirts and a pair of shorts. Wearing his clothes felt... normal now.. They were warm, oversized, and always carried his scent. I couldn’t remember the last time I had worn underwear. Oddly, that didn't bother me.
I stepped back into the room, clutching the soft fabric to my chest. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, phone in hand, typing with his brows furrowed in thought. I kept my gaze low and padded quietly to the bathroom.
Inside, the silence wrapped around me like a shroud.
I moved on instinct, brushing my
