Caleb?
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I got out of bed after all three of the men had left the room to get ready.
It was kind of funny, considering that I was in Lucien's room, and he was forced to grab some clothes and change in Damien's room. But it was also kind of sweet at the same time.
Walking over to his closet, I opened the door and walked in. Clothes were perfectly arranged on either side of the small room. Suites hung up perfectly on my right, while the more casual clothes, such as T-shirts, sweaters, and hoodies, were on the other side. There was even a dresser at the very back that I assumed held his unmentionables and sweatpants.
Grabbing the first long-sleeve shirt I had found, I quickly took off the bathrobe and put it on. Unsurprisingly, it fell down to my knees, completely covering me better than most dresses.
That was one of the benefits of being so short, I guess. And I wasn't about to complain about it.