Another one for ya.
The blinds are pulled open on the huge windows and the moonlight casts a soft glow across the room. It is sparsely furnished. The walls are white and bare of any pictures. There is a chaise lounge next to the windows with some books and a fluffy looking throw tossed on the end. I see a pair of reading glasses hooked over one of the arms. There is one nightstand next to the bed with an empty glass and a docking station for his iPhone. The large king sized bed is situated in the middle of the room. The bedding is all white and it's rumpled and slept in. I love an unmade bed and have a serious urge to go roll around in it. I bet it smells like him. I resist though and walk into the ensuite bathroom. There is a long vanity with double sinks and a large glass enclosed shower. The shower is empty save for a bar of soap and the sink counters are clear of any clutter. I head into the adjoining closet. I run my fingers along the wall of suits, varying in different shades of black, grey and navy blue. There are socks and underwear scattered around on the floor instead of in the hamper by the door. There is a rack for shoes along the back wall but there are more shoes thrown on the floor than on the rack. I'm looking through his collection of band tees when I hear the click of the bedroom door closing.
Uh oh! Busted. Heeheehee.
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