My mood had plummeted. I left my coffee cup on the counter and headed to the entrance to grab my bag. For some reason, Lucian’s jacket from last night was hanging there. I decided to take it to his room. Normally, I wouldn’t have cared where his jacket was; I wouldn’t even have noticed it. But now, it seemed like the perfect excuse to enter his room.
I quickly threw my bag onto the bed in my room and headed first to the kitchen in the shared building, then to Lucian’s room. His room was, once again, much tidier than mine. I headed to his wardrobe to hang the jacket. His shoes and belts were neatly arranged on the shelves, and his watches were displayed in the center. Mostly suits hung in his wardrobe. I placed the jacket on a hanger and then felt an urge to explore his room.
When I saw
