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The front door of Yomiโs parentsโ house clicked open.
Quiet footsteps sounded upstairs.
Jay.
He didnโt knock.
He never did.
After work, Jay slipped into Yomiโs bedroom with his overnight bag, his tired expression softening the moment he saw her peacefully asleep beneath the blankets.
Then he noticed what she was wearing.
His shirt.
He stopped dead.
His eyes lingered on the oversized black shirt practically swallowing her tiny frame. His ears immediately turned pink, a shy smile tugging at his lips.
She was wearing his shirt again.
She always did.
And somehow, it still made his heart flutter every single time.
Jay quietly set his bag down, tryingโand failingโto hide his smile. He loved seeing her in his clothes. More than he would ever admit.
He leaned down, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face before pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
She didnโt stir.
His smile lingered.
Then he quietly grabbed his things and disappeared into the bathroom.
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After his shower, Jay emerged with damp hair and changed into his black boxer briefs before carefully slipping beneath the blankets beside her.
The second he was close enough, he instinctively curled around her.
One arm wrapped securely around Yomiโs waist, pulling her against his warm chest. He tucked himself closer, pressing a soft kiss against the back of her neck before burying his face near her shoulder.
His body finally relaxed.
This was where he wanted to be.
With her.
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His hold tightened slightly as he breathed her in, his voice quiet and sleepy against her skin.
