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Wearing her own clean and undamaged clothes was a treat. Nya had never thought of herself as someone who placed much premium on material possessions, but it was nice to be comfortable.
Archer had worn his frown as he went around her studio apartment, opening drawers and doors like he wanted to learn more about her. Except she didn’t like his prying, so went around after him, closing them in his wake. He’d respected her privacy to this point, now that they were becoming associates, it seemed that chapter was over.
So they squabbled about his nosiness, and she found out he hadn’t explored her purse because he had some kind of aversion to the mystery of women’s things, like their purses and medicine cabinets. But he had no problem sitting on her bed and checking out her underwear. He
