Fragments of Last Night

Magnus's POV

I stepped out of the bathroom, smoothing my hands down the soft cashmere top. Designer. The jeans hugged my hips perfectly, the fabric dark and well made.

I tugged at the hem of the top, adjusting where it sat against my waist.

Magnus glanced up from his phone, his thumb stilling on the screen.

His gaze moved over me, thorough and missing nothing.

"It fits," I murmured, more to myself