Ana's POV
Danger. I could feel it closing in around me.
I glanced down at what I was wearing—Morris's oversized T-shirt draped over my frame. Sure, it covered everything important, but somehow I still felt way too exposed.
That was the real issue—it made me look provocative, like I was deliberately trying to seduce him without even meaning to.
Could I just say I was being lazy and grabbed whatever was closest? I thought, not bothering to glance toward the closet.
Honestly, I couldn't even be bothered to walk over to the wardrobe.
The T-shirt was one of several Morris had laid out that morning, letting me pick which one I wanted. The reject had been carelessly thrown beside the bed.
When I woke up, too lazy to actually get dressed properly, I just snatched it and pulled it on.
Morris's tall, broad frame meant his shirt hung on me like a mini dress, the hem hitting right at my thighs.
Watching me tense up, Morris let out a soft chuckle.
