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Luke grins at me. “I’d expect nothing less.” He sees my wince when I set my bare foot on the ground and takes my hand. He leads me past the kitchen and down a hallway, leaving my luggage behind. “You can wear some of my clothes to bed.”

“I… Okay.” I accept because I don’t want to dig through my suitcases right now.

He loosens his grip and slides his hand up my arm to my back.

When we step into his room, I have to bite my lip to keep my smile in check.

“I know it’s a little messy.” Luke reaches up with his other hand to rub at the back of his neck.

The room is just as stunning as the rest of the condo.

Tall ceilings painted black. Bulbs hanging down on thick cords. Built-in shelving. And clothes.

Clothes strewn across the floor.

A hoodie on the unmade bed, blending in with the black bedding.

And an overstuffed leather armchair in the corner piled high with discarded clothes.

Luke looks down at me.

I look up at him.

“So… no closets in this place?” I ask, finally letting my smile break through.

The edge of his mouth pulls up. “I just really hate laundry.”

“And yet, you surround yourself with so much of it.”

He snorts. “I know. It’s an illness.”

Luke steps away from me, stopping before the armchair and digging through the pile.

He turns back to me with a T-shirt and a pair of boxer briefs. “These are clean.”

“If you say so.” I take his offered clothing, then head into the attached bath.

Chapter 91

Luke

The bathroom door clicks open,and I lift my gaze.

And then I just stare.

Because she looks so good. So freaking good, standing there in my clothes.

The boxer briefs are stretched tight over her thick hips, and I want to lift the hem of the long shirt to see the rest of them.

“Nice outfit.” Natalie’s voice is sleepy.

It takes me a second to realize she’s talking about mine, and when I glance down, I smirk.

“Matching jammies aren’t just for the holidays.” I’m also in a Sleet T-shirt and wearing black boxers, identical to the pair I gave her.

She chuckles, but it turns into a yawn.

“Come here.” I stand up from the edge of the bed and flip the covers back.

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