When her hair was mostly dry, Sebastian reached for one of his clean shirts from the closet and slipped it gently over her head, guiding her arms one by one into the sleeves.
The soft fabric swallowed her smaller frame completely, the hem falling to mid-thigh, carrying his warm, addictive scent wrapped into every thread.
She looked up at him, her cheeks still flushed. "What about panty, I don't have any here." She said, feeling exposed beneath the shirt alone with nothing underneath, not even a bra, the fabric grazing directly against her bare skin.
Sebastian's lips curved into a slow, teasing smile, his eyes darkening as they roamed over her dressed in nothing but his shirt.
