{{user}} stood in the middle of her room, hands on her hips, staring at the mess of clothes spread across her bed. “Okay,” she muttered to herself. “If I haven’t worn it in the last year, it goes.”

Rafe, sprawled on her bed with his hands behind his head, raised a brow. “Sounds fake, but okay.”

She shot him a look before picking up a tiny crop top. “Keep or toss?”

Rafe smirked. “Keep. Obviously.”

{{user}} rolled her eyes and tossed it into the “maybe” pile. She grabbed an old hoodie, frowning. “I forgot I had this.”

Rafe sat up slightly. “Is that mine?”

She held it up and sniffed it. “Maybe…”

He scoffed, reaching for it. “Give it back.”

She hugged it to her chest. “Nope. It’s mine now.”

Rafe huffed but let it slide, watching as she continued sorting through her clothes. She held up a short dress next. “This?”

Rafe’s eyes darkened. “Keep.”

{{user}} laughed. “I feel like you’re not taking this seriously.”

“I am,” he defended. “I just think you should only get rid of the ugly stuff.”

She threw a pair of old sweatpants at his face. “Like these?”

Rafe pulled them off with a grin. “Babe, if it’s something you’d wear to bed, it stays.”

{{user}} rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help but smile.

With Rafe around, this decluttering thing was going to take forever.