He's Your Mate

After the massage, she ushered him into his walk-in closet, barely sparing the door that led to her room a second glance. She had locked it from her room, so even attempting to turn the knob would have been a waste of time. Inside his closet, she opened all the closest until she found what she was looking for.

There on multiple hangers were a couple of long sleeved work shirts, and they were color coded and arranged by size. She picked up a bright orange one and turned to him with an impish smile.

“Where would you even wear this to?”

He colored a bright red, his cheeks puffing up into small round balls of flesh.

“My mother gave that to me!” he exclaimed, snatching the hanger back and returning it to the wardrobe.

Giggling, she took out two long sleeved shirts in blue.

“Why did you pick those two shades?”

“So you can pick one.”

“No, I meant the color, Sam.”

“Do you not like it?”

“I have no problems with it, I'm just wondering…”

“They match your eyes sir.”

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