Considering Jax’s T-shirts and sweats won’t do me any favors in my “fashion” business, I’m forced to be here and scrambling to get ready at the last minute.
A gasp leaves my lips the second I walk into my bedroom and see clothes everywhere. Bora emerges from my closet with one of my newest outfits on.
We both get the same options of clothes to bring home, so why does she have to do this?
“Why does my room look like a bomb went off?” I growl, glaring at her.
“Because I desperately needed something to wear, and you did lose a ton of my clothes in that fire,” she says absently, running a hand over her hair before ruffling it a little.
Same hairstyle, but her hair looks a hell of a lot better than mine right now.
Which is not the part to focus on.
Take control of your life.
“Clean it up,” I tell her.
“I don’t have time,” she says without looking away from the mirror.
No time like the present to practice my arguing skills.
“Clean it up or never borrow anything from me again.”
Her eyes turn toward me, then she grins.
“You know you love me. I’ll clean it up later,” she lies. She never cleans it up later.
“Bora, I swear, if you don’t clean it up right now, I will never let you borrow anything again. In fact, you’ll be banned from my closet indefinitely.”
Even though it sounds awkward and not too intimidating, it’s still an ultimatum.
The surprise that registers on her face definitely sends a tinge of pride into my chest.
“Okay. Sheesh. Chill. I’ll clean it up now.”
She warily casts a glance over her shoulder before she starts picking everything up and hanging back up.
“And make sure it’s put up by color. That’s how my closet is organized. Follow the color wheel.”
She starts to speak, but then seals her lips when I stare at her like I’m daring her to argue.
She freaking bites her tongue. I can’t believe it.
Grabbing some of the clothes on my bed, I walk into the bathroom to change and make myself presentable. I don’t smile until I get the bathroom door shut. When the smile spreads, it almost hurts because of how wide it is. I showered at Jax’s—with him—so I go straight to putting on makeup.
Ever tried to put on lip gloss when your smile is stretched widely across your face? Not an easy task.
It takes me a little while, but when I emerge, my room is just as clean as I left it. Just out of curiosity, I poke my head in my closet and see the color wheel is still in place.
It’s a small victory to some, but to me, it’s frigging monumental. Bora Brendon just did what I told her to do instead of brushing me off and making me feel as though her time is more important than mine.
Holding my head a little higher, I walk into the kitchen to grab something quick to eat. I’m forced to settle for a banana, since my options are limited.
Bora is on the couch, flipping through a magazine. Gee, I thought she was in a hurry, I think dryly.
Then remember I won the argument—yes, the argument—and a smile blooms on my face again.
She glances over her shoulder when I walk toward her and puts the magazine down.