“It’s a good look on you.” “You wear it best, but I want to keep it, and you should know I’m willing to fight you to the death.” Valentino rises from the desk and pulls me into a kiss. “It’s all yours,” he says after. He seems content in his Have a Happy End Day! shirt, though I invite him to raid my closet again now that I’ve robbed him. He goes through my hoodies as I do some cleaning up—condom and wrapper in my small trash, socks and underwear and skinny jeans in my hamper.
