The President's Muse

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Nothing that Theodore's sister found could fit her body, so she was given some of Theodore's old clothes.

She couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions as she now stood in Theodore's room, clad in his oversized shirt and dark blue boxers. The deep shade of red that flushed across his face when she entered the room made her slightly shy, causing her to hesitate about venturing outside in his clothes. Instead, she decided to stay in the comfort of his room, where the sound of raindrops against the window created a cozy atmosphere. As she looked around, she couldn't help but notice that his room had a distinct college boy vibe. The walls were adorned with posters of women in bikinis, a testament to his youthful spirit. On one wall, she noticed the logo of his college proudly displayed.

Amidst the casual ambiance, Theodore approached her from behind, his curiosity evident in his voice. "What you think?" he asked, a playful smile on his face. "It looks like it was designed by you in your 20s," she remarked, teasing him gently. Theodore's smile widened, proud of the environment he had curated. "It was," he admitted, "I thought it would be best to keep it that way."

Just as Nia was about to respond, her attention was drawn to a framed drawing hanging on the wall. It was a picture of a smiling Theodore, his happiness radiating from the artwork. The sight took her by surprise, and she couldn't help but comment on it.

"You kept it," she said softly, her voice filled with a mix of nostalgia and affection. Theodore followed her gaze and turned to face the drawing, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of red. He had completely forgotten that he had kept it in his room.

"Yes, I did," he replied, his voice filled with a hint of bashfulness. The drawing held sentimental value for him, a reminder of a time when he was carefree and full of joy.

"I loved every detail about it." 

"I still do," Theodore's arm wrapped around Nia's waist, pulling her closer as he nestled his head in the crook of her neck. His touch was gentle, his hands caressing her thighs and gradually moving upwards beneath his shirt, while his lips left a trail of kisses along her neck. "We should probably stop before someone walks in,"

"Says the one who made us have sex on a terrace when we both knew people could've seen us and-" his surprise evident in his voice but Nia interrupted him, already feeling hot, as a glimpse of the past took over. "Alright, thanks for reminding me of that now Sherlock," He chuckled, and her voice filled with a mix of amusement.

Theodore retracted his hand, settling for a tender kiss on her forehead instead. "How about we watch a movie until the rain stops?" he suggested, and Nia nodded in agreement.

They made themselves comfortable on his bed, Theodore scrolling through the channels until he stumbled upon a rerun of the beloved Christmas classic, Elf.