Or should I?
Daniel was the one that said I should try to make this place feel like my home again. I'm the one cleaning the apartment, why shouldn't I wear what I want? Besides, clearly Jason had stopped caring about wearing anything appropriate. Always walking around in his boxers.
I slipped a plain white shirt on over my naked body. It went to just below my ass. I nervously opened the bedroom door. I couldn't hear anything from the living room. As confident as I had been a second ago, I was glad Jason wasn't up or I might have chickened out.
I started in the kitchen, cleaning off the counter with a sponge. I collected all the used glasses and plates and stacked them in the sink. Daniel was supposed to do the dishes last night, but he must have forgotten like always and they were pilin
