"Len... Have you seen my phone?" Dameon re-enters the room after he had initially headed out to order in.
I perked up at his voice, using my thumb as a book mark as I shut the book over it and lift my head in the direction of his voice. I gave him a quick glance over, noting the pile of clothes in his hands from our passionate rendezvous that I forgot to pick up.
"Ah... No, I haven't." I glanced briefly at the page number before closing the book entirely and getting off the couch to help him.
"Hmm... Maybe I dropped it in the car. Just set these for washing first. I'll search the car real quick." Dameon hands me the pile of clothing before patting my head and bracing the autumn air as I followed him to the door.
I followed as he instructed, double checking his clothes' pockets and mine for my phone but coming up empty. I loaded the washing machine and started the cycle before backtracking to the room we spent most of the time together at this place.
