(Karsten)
She can't be serious but her expressions said she was. My lips flatlined as I stared at her and the shorts she held in disbelief and asked.
"Don't you have anything else?"
She innocently blinked at me but there was nothing innocent about the mischievous expressions she held.
"I do, but they won't fit you. It's just for the night, not like you have to wear it to the office. They are pretty comfortable."
With a hefty snort, I snatched them from her hand and closed the door. I swear I saw her snickering as she turned around.
Shedding my clothes, I picked up the shorts she had lent me. The fabric was soft and stretchy; they smelled nice, they smelled like it, her.
Pulling them on, I adjusted them against my waist and they snugly fit. Drawing the drawstrings, I fastened them and slipped into the comfy bed with a frilled bedspread.
I felt like a frowning Disney Princess.
Everything in her apartment screamed girlish and smelled like flowers.
