For a moment, he considered just going commando, but the thought of wearing that luxurious shirt and pajamas without any underwear didn't sit right with him. It seemed disrespectful to the fine fabric.
Then again, putting on his old, dirty underwear after getting all clean didn't sound appealing either.
There was no way around it—he'd have to call Sebas and ask for help.
That odd look Sebas had earlier must've been because of this, Damien realized. Sebas probably noticed that he might not know how to put on the clothes and was trying to decide whether to offer help or stay quiet to avoid being intrusive.
Damien sighed, feeling a bit embarrassed at the thought of needing help with something so basic. But it was better to ask now than keep struggling in the future.
So, wrapping a wonderfully fluffy towel around his waist, Damien headed back to the bedroom. He walked over to the side table and rang the small bell that had been placed there.
