Chapter 162: Not Kind, Just Guilty
Inside the apartment, Micah stared at the chaos, clothes scattered all over the floor. A pair of thigh-high socks hung halfway off the couch, and the jean skirt from last night was sitting crumpled right by the door like evidence left at a crime scene.
He scratched his cheek and let out a chuckle. "Oh man," he muttered. "If he saw this, how could I explain it? My sister changes clothes in the middle of the living room?! Won’t he think we are a bunch of perverts?! Or worse he’ll suspect I was crossdressing?!"
Shaking his head, Micah crouched down and hurriedly scooped up everything into his arms, the skirt, the baggy t-shirt and those horrible breast pads. He stuffed them into the nearest closet with zero ceremony and shoved the door shut with his hip. He kicked the flat shoes under the couch, grabbed his bag from the table, and checked the room quickly to make sure nothing else betrayed his last night’s crossdressing.
Once the mess was out of sight, he took a deep breath and opened the door again. "Sorry..." he said, forcing a casual smile as he stepped aside to let Clyde in.
Clyde raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment. There was a flicker of amusement on his face. Of course, his eyes had caught the sight of the jean skirt on the ground before Micah shut the door.
"Come in. I’ll just grab my bag and we can go. I won’t come back here again." Micah said.
Clyde stepped inside, glancing briefly around the apartment, then looked at Micah. "Going back to the dorm?"
"No," Micah said, heading toward his room without looking back. "I thought I could crash at your place again."
Clyde was taken aback. "What?"
Micah turned his head halfway, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Why are you surprised?"
"Huh?" Clyde blinked. Of course, he was surprised. He had to drag the boy to his house last night. Now, he was suggesting going there himself?!