“I’ll call you back,” I muttered, ending the call and slipping my phone back into the pocket of Adrian's oversized trousers. He kicked the door shut behind him with his heel, the bags rustling against each other as he made his way toward the living room.
"What is all that?" I asked, pushing myself up from the couch. My legs still felt wobbly, but I managed to stand without using the wall for support this time. Progress.
He set the bags down on the coffee table with a soft thud, then straightened, running a hand through his dark hair. "Clothes."
I stared at him. "You went shopping?"
"I had my assistant pick them out," he said, as if that explained everything. "I told her your size and what you'd need."
"Your assistant?" I echoed, walking closer to inspect the bags. They were from high-
