ELIAS POV
The pajamas had been a mistake.
A huge mistake.
A catastrophic mistake.
Possibly the dumbest thing I'd ever done in my entire life.
And considering I'd once jumped off a moving truck to tackle a rogue while completely naked after shifting, that was saying something.
I stared at the kitchen table.
Then at the food.
Then at the memory of the pajamas folded neatly in the back of my closet before I'd finally worked up the courage to give them to her.
Then back at the food.
Fuck.
What if she hated them?
What if she thought I was insane?
Because honestly, matching embroidered pajamas sounded a lot less romantic when you said it out loud. It sounded like the kind of thing a serial killer bought before collecting somebody's teeth in a jar.
Knight didn't seem concerned.
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