Normally, Vigo didn’t care about how his room appeared to people. It was almost always pristinely kept anyway, save for a book lazily thrown across his desk and the occasional shirt draped over a chair or at the foot of his bed. But Lia had left not even half an hour ago, and Clara had come to visit.
As soon as he popped out of the shower, still putting his shirt on, he noticed a piece of lingerie strewn on the floor just by Clara’s foot. There was only one person that could belong to. He quickly made the effort to retrieve it and throw it into a random drawer, brows raising in slight embarrassment. He resolved to forget that it was ever there. “I didn’t expect the babysitting to start so soon. Cosa vuoi, cuginetta?” @noblc












