Nora took them and was surprised to find two different styles of women's pajamas. The fabrics were incredibly soft, and the price tags hadn't even been removed. She blinked. "When did you get these?"
Xander smiled, adjusting his glasses. "When I called my mom tonight to tell her we were coming over, she had them prepared immediately."
He then pulled out a set of men's pajamas for himself.
"How did she know my size?" Nora asked in amazement.
"My mom just has an eye for these things," Xander replied.
Nora nodded, clutching her pajamas as she slipped into the en-suite bathroom. Standing in the confined space, the nerves fluttered in her stomach again. Soon, the sound of running water filled the room.
She couldn't stop wondering what Xander was doing outside.
She hurried through her shower. When she emerged, Xander had already changed into his pajamas and was sitting in a chair reviewing some documents. His hair was slightly damp, indicating he had already bathed as well. Nora paused. "You showered?"
He looked up, his gaze darkening slightly. "Yeah, in the guest room next door."
She swallowed hard, unsure of what else to say, and slowly walked over to the bed.
Xander pulled back the duvet on one side. "I warmed up the bed. Get in."
Nora froze for a second before slowly climbing in and pulling the covers up. It was a massive king-sized bed, leaving plenty of space between them, yet she could distinctly feel the heat radiating from his side, accompanied by the clean, faint scent of his body wash.
Sitting up against the headboard, Nora hesitated. "I haven't dried my hair yet."
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