CHERYL POV
Without waiting for his answer, I strode into the walk-in closet in search of my clothes suddenly in need of a shower. Arguing with Damien has got me all hot and bothered that I couldn't wait to take a break.
Opening the first door, my brows knotted at the sight of the unfamiliar clothes. Abandoning that one, I yanked open the next one and was met with the same thing.
"Umm, do you know where my clothes are?" I asked as I walked back into the bedroom, my senses hiking up with concern and a little bit of dread.
Had I somehow misplaced my luggage?
"They should be there in the closet," Damien answered from where he had settled in a chair with his open laptop on his thighs.
I blinked. "Those are not my clothes."
"They are now," he said flippantly, his head stil
