I bend down and open the bottom drawer, finding a stack of neatly folded t-shirts. I select the first one from the pile, and when I unfold it, I’m shocked to see it’s another one of mine—the Kaiser Chiefs one I’d been wearing the night we first hooked up. “Have you stolen all of my t-shirts?” Devon just shrugs, looking all innocent. “You left it here. Completely fair game.” “Uh huh.” I tug the t-shirt over my head and exit Devon’s wardrobe. “I’m on to you Mr. Sticky Fingers.”
