Emily paced silently around his bedroom trying to commit everything to memory. His black comforter thrown at the foot of his king sized bed, His songwriting notebook thrown half hazard on his wardrobe. She found her way to his closet and pick out one dozens of black v-necks shirts he had folded neatly on a shelf and pushed it to her nose.
Emily heard the shower turn off and ran to her bag, throwing the t shirt underneath her clothes. She looked around the room again trying to find anything that would make her seem like she wasn't snooping around… stealing shirts.
Emily found a favorite pair of wayfarers sunglasses sitting next to his guitar picks and quickly threw them on. Damon entered at that moment. He looked absolutely stunning half naked- towel around his waist still wet from his bath.
"You know what?" She said coyly, "I think I look better in these than you do."
You think you look better in all my clothes." Damon sauntered over to her and grabbed her by the waist, "I actually prefer you with neither of our clothes on, but I guess that's inappropriate."
Emily laughed and made her body flush against his. She was going to miss him. They hadn't yet set a date of when they would be able to see each other next but they both knew it was going to be at least 3 weeks .
"Hey, babe, don't be sad now. We still have two hours together until my flight to Germany for a concert and your flight to Hawaii for gymnastics meet … Besides I think I agree with you."
She snapped out of her worrying and looked at him incredulously, "You're agreeing with me? On what?!" she laughed.
"My glasses do look better on you." He nuzzled her neck and planted a moist kiss by her pulse point, "I think I have an idea."
"Okay…"
"You take my glasses, I'll take yours? On the days I'm missing you too much or the nights I stayed up too late thinking about you I will wear them."
Luckily she had the glasses on because tears pricked her eyes, "I think that's a great idea."