Feeling like my soul might actually depart for the afterlife if we went another round, I bolted upright, swinging my legs off the mattress with a desperate urgency.
My hands scrambled across the dark floor, snagging the first piece of fabric they could find, which happened to be Elara's dress shirt.
I pulled it on, the cool fabric slid over my overheated skin. The cuffs swallowed my hands completely, and the hem fell well past my mid-thigh, making me look like a child playing dress-up.
"What size do you even wear?" I muttered, fumbling with the buttons.
Even though I usually preferred loose, oversized clothes, her shirt felt less like an outfit and more like a blanket.
For someone with her height and that lithe, powerful build, anything smaller would probably snap across her shoulders the moment she moved.
As I stood there nodding in realization, a familiar heat bloomed at my back.
