"I want you out of this damn thing right away. Go take it off, and then throw it away. You don't wear another man's clothes around me," I growl out. She bites her lip and swallows. "I didn't realize it would bother you." "Well, it does. I want you to go into my closet and pick something of mine. From now on in this house, if you're cold, you wear my sweatshirt. Got it?"
