Mia Ginger let out a long sigh.
Overflowing with excitement.
She reached out to twist open the door, put down her bag, and happily went to the bathroom to freshen up.
Halfway through her wash, she suddenly realized that she had no sleepwear since she last took something.
She couldn't possibly wear a t-shirt and jeans to Koa Jackson's bed.
He was so particular.
Mia Ginger grabbed a towel to dry her hair, thinking aimlessly about what to do as she dried.
After a while—
A thought popped into her mind.
She could wear Koa Jackson's white shirt!
He had so many in his wardrobe; one for each day, and probably wouldn't wear the same one again for a month.
Wearing one herself wouldn't hurt anything.
Especially since she had already worn one last time.
Mia Ginger tried hard to convince herself.
Without noticing, she felt an odd, secret, and somewhat shameful possessiveness over Koa Jackson's shirt.
Overall, she really liked it.