Happy ending…?

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“Oh no, I was going to bring you to this room to stay in anyway," she assured me kindly, “It's his bedroom."

"Oh," I said feeling my face for some odd reason burn up.

“You can freshen up and get some rest if you'd like, it's already very late." She worried.

“Thank you,"

She smiled in response and left.

Honestly, I felt disgusting- both internally and externally. I hadn't taken a shower since morning and I was aching to do so and wash away my lies and selfishness.

Shutting the door lock for the night, I headed to the bathroom when my elbow suddenly hit the closet door open revealing many shirts of his. I ran my hand along all and for some reason, I felt as if I could even smell his rich spicy cold cologne.

This shouldn't be so pleasing I mentally slapped myself and headed to the shower where I stripped down and turned the sweltering water on to cover my body. After I

was finished, I couldn't help but throw on one of the shirts. I took out the dark navy blue and threw it over me