Her gaze swept around the bathroom, where Owen Moreland's supplies were of darker shades, in contrast to her more vibrant colors. The originally solemn and serious bathroom space became lively and bright with the addition of her items.
A sweet sensation filled her heart.
Amelia Clarke brushed her teeth, walked to the door, locked it from the inside, then stripped and stepped into the shower, placing her toiletries neatly alongside Owen Moreland's on the shelf.
She couldn't help but smile to herself.
Just as she finished washing her face, the bathroom door suddenly clicked open.
Amelia Clarke jumped in surprise, turned her head, and saw Owen Moreland enter with a deadpan expression, carrying her pajamas in his hand.
"You forgot your clothes."
Owen glanced at her and placed her clothes on the rack outside the shower.
Amelia, arms crossed over her chest, found herself unable to speak. After a long pause, she managed to stammer out a question, "How—how did you get in?"