(Alina)
After a few minutes of just lying in bed catching our breath, I sat up and grabbed the towel off the floor.
“We should get dressed. I'm going to get some clothes. I'm sure Marie and Patricia are still packing up my clothes,” I said, tossing Damian’s shirt at him.
He caught it, pulling it over his head. “You sure you don’t want round two?”
I shot him a look. “I’m starving.”
He laughed. “Alright. Food first. Round two later.”
I threw on some leggings and a tank top when I was in my room; they were the only things that weren't put away as yet, and I put my hair up in a messy bun.
When I returned to Damian's room, he had on his jeans while running a hand through his messy hair. We looked like two people who definitely just had s*x, but I didn’t care.
We walked down the hall to
