“I cleared some space, so if you wanted to leave clothes here you can.” Reaching down, Nigel uses the arm he has wrapped around me to tug up the hem of my shirt and slide his hand inside. The calluses on his palm tickle my skin as he idly rubs my back. “You cleared some space,” he repeats. “Yeah. Two drawers and there is plenty of room in the closet for whatever you want to hang.”
