(Alexander’s POV)
Entering Leigh’s apartment was like getting into a bigger version of her bedroom. Only her apartment had a kitchen, a small living room, two bedrooms, and a shared bathroom, but everything was organized. I placed the takeaway food we had from the restaurant on the kitchen island and walked in the direction of her bedroom, where I found her staring at her open closet.
Leigh knows I am standing and leaning on the frame of her bedroom door and continues to ignore me as she blinks her eyes at her clothes. I watched her take away some of her clothes and place my things in a careful and organized manner. She impressed me, though, by moving faster than I expected, like she had been trained for this all her life.
When she was almost done, I walked toward her and embraced her
