In a last-minute decision, she added her bra to her pile of clothes before slipping on the shirt. The material was soft and flowing from the wear and washings, his scent so strong in the fabric she wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d worn it recently. Returning to the bathroom, she quickly washes her face. Her makeup is long gone by now anyhow. When she opens the bathroom door back up again, he’s still on the couch facing away from her. 