Clara
Damien and I spent two hours training after our… warm up… this morning. I had showered and slipped into jeans and a t-shirt when Damien came walking into the room carrying an armful of clothes.
“So which side do I get?” He asked me with a hint of amusement in his voice as he headed to the closet.
I hadn’t done any more shopping since that first night, but Angie and I had done enough damage to already fill a quarter of one side.
“The side without my clothes.” I laughed.
I walked into the closet behind him and smiled, watching him hang his clothes.
“It felt so empty before. I like seeing your clothes with mine.” I said.
“He wrapped me in his arms and kissed my forehead. “I agree.”
We spent the next half hour transferring his clothes back to the master closet until Angie knocked
