Alexia POV:
The smug jerk descended the stairs, looking oddly human for once. He was wearing sweatpants. Grey ones. With a white t-shirt. I never pegged him as the type to own something so… normal. And, of course, he somehow managed to look flawless in them. Annoyingly so.
I was mid-coffee sip when he caught me staring. His smirk widened, that irritating, know-it-all glint lighting up his eyes.
"Take a photo, it'll last longer," he said, his voice dripping with smugness.
As if. My eyes were on the clothes, not him. The clothes.
It was way too early for his nonsense. I'd been biding my time, hoping he'd leave for work so I could crawl back into that bed he stole from me last night. But seeing him in those casuals dashed my hopes. Great, he wasn't going anywhere today. Just my luck.
