She wore the white shirt Maverick had shredded in half during their moment of ecstasy.
The upper part of it was open showing her bra all the way up and an idea came to her head as she pulled the edges together, bringing the torn area to her stomach and tying it up to resemble a crop top before she draped the jacket he had given her and zipped it all the way up.
Since she was slender and shorter, it appeared as if she was drowning inside the cloth, as the collar of it poked her jaw, clearly making her look taller than she was. The lower part was even worse as the ends were almost reaching her lap.
Maverick stifled the laugh that threatened to leave his lips. She looked like a toddler dressed as an adult, and the only reason he wasn't commenting on this was that he was the cause of the chaos.
"Break the door!" They could hear voices outside and Maverick genuinely didn't mind walking out of here despite the crowd as he had very little shame.
