I hang up immediately.
Behind me, I hear a suspicious sound.
I turn.
Zain is looking down at the folded clothes in his hands, but the corner of his mouth is threatening to move.
I narrow my eyes. “Are you laughing?”
“No.”
“You heard that.”
“No.”
“Liar.”
His mouth almost gives him away.
I point at him. “You are becoming dangerously expressive tonight.”
He walks over and holds out the clothes.
A dark T-shirt and gray sweatpants, both enormous.
“For after you shower.”
I look at them, then at him.
“You are giving me your clothes.”
“You need clothes.”
That answer should not affect me.
It does.
I take the stack carefully, suddenly far too aware that these belong to him. That he has worn them. That in a few minutes I will be wearing them against my skin.
“This is very intimate.”
His eyes darken.
The room feels smaller.
“Kaia.”
“Yes?”
He points toward the hallway. “First door is the bathroom. Second is my bedroom.”
I glance past him.
“Your bedroom?”
“You’re sleeping there.”
I look back at him. “We have not discussed that.”
