Her eyes scanned the room for anything of interest till it landed on Braxton's wardrobe. Just thinking about how the hell the place held the apparel he wore last night made her fling open the doors and scan through the outfits.
One thing she loved about him was that he was orderly. His clothes were kept in neat folds and the rest were hung on the rail. As she flipped through the hangers, the clothes parted to reveal a peach-colored love-shaped box lying at the corner. She tried to look away but her curiosity got the better of her.
Taking it from its shack, she sat back on the bed and took its top off.
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