Emily glared at the raven-haired woman seated across from her in only one of Blake's shirts. It looked and smelled brand new because it definitely was.
Hope's eyes were wide when he showed her his collection of shirts he owned but never planned to wear. She was disappointed that she wouldn't smell like him, but she was content just being in something he owned.
Blake handed Hope a glass of water before he took a seat beside her. Emily's face twisted into an even more bitter glare as she questioned Blake the second he sat down.
"Why is your sex doll still in my house?"
Blake sighed, 'I haven't even told her Hope's her new roommate yet and she's already behaving like this. Should I even bother saying anything?'
"I live here too now, so it's our house," Hope smugly responded with a sickeningly sweet smile on her lips. She turned to Blake and held onto his arm, "Right honey?"
