villainess in his shower (2)

Finding a condom in his pants pockets didn't feel nearly as awkward as entering his apartment. That scent she was familiar with was everywhere but that didn't make it any more comfortable. This felt like a trap despite her certainty that he would gain nothing from it.

She made a beeline for where she knew his cloakroom should be and grabbed the first pair of jeans she could find, pairing it with a random t-shirt that she was glad she found so fast. Thanks to his unchanging organization style, it was not hard to find his boxers' drawer which made her feel she was no less of a pervert than he was. What was he doing, searching through her underwear, anyway? She couldn't help wondering. On second thought, she didn't want to know. Men's brains were twisted.