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His clothes were too big for me. The man had grown in size. Not only was he taller than he was seven years back, but he was also slightly muscular though he was still majorly lean. His sweatshirt was so long that I had to tuck it inside the sweatpants. I was looking hilarious wearing clothes thrice of my size.

But his clothes had a peculiar fragrance. It was enticing me. I could smell him on his clothes. And it was enough to make me smile. His scent was comforting. It had always comforted me and made me feel safe. I remember when we were in a relationship seven years back, I would always borrow clothes from him and never return them back.

Feeling giddy, I walked out of the car to find Silas leaning against the hood of his car. Even he had changed his clothes. I don’t know how many sets of clothes he kept with him. But he was dressed in a white t-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants. His hair was disheveled, and slightly damp, falling on his forehead, making him look boyish.

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