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Olivia's Pov

"Here, wear this," he said trying hard to stifle his laugh.

What a jerk! But I wasn't going to let him have an upper hand. Sitting up on the bed and pushing my hair behind my ears, I gave him a smile acting as if nothing happened.

Standing up on my legs, I motioned toward the bathroom stating, "It's like coming to your house borrowing your clothes and parading in your clothes have become a new normal for me," My tone was low but he heard me.

"You could put it that way too," J turned to look at him and he was leisurely seated on his bed staring at me enjoying that I was trying hard not to give in to my anger. I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest as I watched him sit on the edge of the bed, clad only in his trousers. The muscles in his chest and arms rippled with each movement, and the soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminated his chiselled features.

The way his hair fell across his forehead, the curve of his lips as he smiled, and the way his eyes sparkled in