I woke up to an empty bed and laid there for a moment.
The apartment was quiet around me. I reached for my phone. No questioning texts from Lia, which was surprising given the way I’d run out of our dorm last night. But I suppose she understood just how much I’d missed “Connor”. Even if I’d never said the words out loud.
I got up and went to the bathroom and that was when I noticed it. A small pile of folded clothes on the chair near the window. I went closer. It was a soft blue, knit top. Dark jeans. A strapless dress in yellow with a light sweater. All folded neatly, all clearly new, tags removed. I checked the size on the clothes.
Mine.
I stood there for a moment looking at them.
He hadn't said anything. They were just there. Clearly from the boutique and clearly mine.
I took them
