"Got it."
Aiden Shaw came out of the bedroom and returned to his own apartment.
Laura Lowell changed her clothes and slung a bag over her shoulder. The moment she opened the door, she saw Aiden Shaw leaning elegantly against the hallway wall.
Blue jeans, a loose white sweater, and white sneakers—his outfit was identical to hers. It had the strange feeling of a couple's outfit.
Aiden Shaw stepped closer. His well-defined fingers opened Laura Lowell's palm and intertwined with hers. The gentle, soothing smile on his lips felt like a warm breeze. "This is better, right?"
"I think I'll go to the mall tomorrow and buy a few more couple's outfits."
Laura Lowell tilted her head up, her clear eyes utterly pure, as if untainted by a single speck of dust.
The warm orange light in the hallway bathed her slender, tall silhouette in a soft glow, a beauty so captivating it was hard to look away.
