#Chapter201
Following it up, I paused at the doorway of the bedroom and fucking gawked. /"Busy day then?/"
The bedroom had been moved around. Now, from the doorway, the bed was directly across from it, pushed against the wall, and the nightstand was the other side, beneath the window that was now covered by retractable black blinds.
Deek was sat on the bed, smiling his stupid, dopey, lovable fucking smile, now wearing his fucking unicorn shorts and a white top. His hair was damp, dripping onto the shirt and turning it translucent in places, and I could smell the sweet aroma of his shower gel.
/"Yup. Come here, little love./"
