Today, I'm wearing the clothes of the woman who lives here with Troy. Who is she again? Ahh, it's Farrah. I unconsciously touched my lips, recalling the accidental kiss from last night. She's petite. Not that I'm fat, but I'm taller than her. She's quite skinny, yet undeniably beautiful. I settled for a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that barely reached my waist. Gosh, I feel like I'm wearing a child's outfit, trying to squeeze into it.
There was a knock on the door, and I quickly opened it. Fresh from his shower, Troy stood before me. His eyebrows rose in surprise when he saw my choice of clothes.
"Anything you wear suits you," he said.
"Wow, thanks," I replied sarcastically, and he motioned for me to follow him, which I did.
"Farrah has already cooked. We'll have dinner together," he said.
"So, Farrah's your nanny?" I teased him.
"You can say that" he replied. I laughed, seeing the puzzled look on his face.