![]() Even if it was one of Asami's expensive shirts, that was fine, as long as he had something to wear. there should be something in there he could borrow. He had never seen Asami in other clothes but shirt and suits, or bathroom robe, but. He batted his eyeslashes, trying to put the right thoughts together in his brain. He brushed the bangs from his face, and his eyes fell on Asami's wardrobe. ![]() He could get arrested for displaying obscenities in public. There was no way he would wear the shirt unbuttoned. How was he going to go out now? He did not have his jacket with him. He sighed, slumping down, balling the shirt in his hand. It was beyond wearable now, and he did not think Asami keep a sewing kit in his lush penthouse. The bastard/, he cursed under his breath, referring to Asami. All the buttons were torn off, thanks to last night's eagerness.
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