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Kit’s POV

Where did these clothes come from?

Like, whose job is it to run to the mall and pick out clothes for random people?

Shuffling through the closet full of brand-new, expensive clothes, tags still on, I can’t help but be impressed.

These are so much better than my clothes.

They can just throw my stuff in the dumpster after I’ve seen these.

Smiling, I pull out a simple black sundress.

Not sure there is a reason to dress up, but might as well, right?

I’m pulling the straps over my shoulder when there is a knock on the door.

I’m halfway across the room to answer it when I notice the towel still wrapped around my head.

Yanking it off, I run my fingers through it as I pull open the door.

“Hey.”

“Hey, Colin.”

Colin’s eyes dart down to take in my dress.

“That looks nice.”

“Thanks.”

Still running my fingers through my damp hair, I step further into the room, he follows, closing the door behind him.

“So…”

I grin and shrug.

“Yeah.”

He returns the grin.

“At least it was entertaining.”

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