Natalie awkwardly cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure. "These are just clothes. We're adults; no need to feel shy about it. Don't we all watch ads on TV?"
"True," he remarked coolly, seemingly challenging her to follow through.
Determined to push past her embarrassment, she reached for the items, but Justin's hands moved faster. "I don't like when someone else touches my private clothes," with that, he moved to place them in the drawer of the wardrobe.
She felt a surge of irritation. Was he seriously acting like she was eager to handle his clothes? This jerk!
But when Justin's hand reached for the drawer, a flash of panic shot through Natalie. She darted in front of him, blocking his access to the drawer.
He raised a brow, only to hear her say, "Wait! I need to empty it first."
