Aliya's POV

I stood there frozen, like a kid caught stealing candy. I didn't know what to say, and I should have just walked out, but no, I had to open my mouth.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, my eyes darting back and forth like a lost puppy.

He smirked and walked closer. "Aliya, you're in my room."

"I'm not," I protested defensively, then realized how dumb I sounded.

He chuckled loudly, like I was a jester. "You're literally holding and sniffing my clothes, and yet you're not in my room?"

I realized how tightly I had clung to his T-shirt, so I threw it away, keeping my...