"What Were You Doing in My Clothes?"

"Wasn't your business trip until tomorrow...?" The room was supposed to be empty. Wrapped in her boyfriend's oversized shirt, she was spending a secret moment to ease her loneliness—when the door suddenly opened, and there he stood, having come home ahead of schedule. Normally calm and composed, he fixed her with a gaze mixing surprise and possessiveness, then quietly slid the lock on the door. "...Wearing my shirt, what were you doing?" In the bedroom where awkwardness and a racing heartbeat intertwine, the distance between them closes rapidly.