“Shut up.” She swats at me before crossing her arms over her chest. “I didn’t say anything.” The corner of my lips threatens to pull upward, revealing the smile I’m trying to hide. “You didn’t have to.” She looks down at herself with a hint of amusement. “But if I did,” I say, my voice low, “I’d say how there’s something incredibly sexy about a woman wearing nothing but a man’s shirt.”
