Chapter 21
- Ayla
- Stepping out of Rex's bathroom, I tugged at the oversized tee shirt. It smelled faintly of him - woodsmoke and something subtly metallic, like the air before a storm. I knew I looked ridiculous. The shirt swallowed me whole, and the shorts, cinched as tight as they could go, still threatened to slide down my hips.
- Rex’s amusement was clear in his eyes as he watched me. “How’s this outfit? Better, isn’t it?.”