Bri stepped out, her hair damp and falling loosely over her shoulders. She wore the clothes he'd given her.. his clothes, and somehow, that simple fact knocked the air out of him.
The long T-shirt, which usually hung loose on him, fit her differently, softer and more delicately. The hem fell halfway down her thighs, and the shorts peeked out, just barely. Her bare legs caught the soft yellow light of the bedside lamp, and the fact that she wasn't trying to be alluring made it worse.
Bri finally looked up and caught him staring.
"Is something wrong?" she asked quietly.
William swallowed hard and straightened.
"No. I just.." he cleared his throat. "I should… shower."
Before he could embarrass himself further, he practically escaped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him with a soft but urgent click.
