Madeleine stood in his massive walk-in closet as he watched her from the bench that sat in the middle of the room. She flipped through his button-down shirts, and he adjusted his white towel around his hips.
"How do you even pick one shirt? You have so many damn choices." Madeleine turned to face him as she heard him burst out laughing.
"Is it that hard for you to choose your own clothes?" Christian picked on her and pointed at the soft lavender one. "That one."
Madeleine took the shirt from the bar and carried it over to him. He took it from her and unbuttoned it from the hanger. He slipped his arms into the long sleeves and began to button it, leaving the top two open. He rolled the sleeves up to his elbows and messed with the collar.
"Which pants should I grab?" Madeleine began
