I belatedly look down at what I’m wearing and blush fiercely. I’m wearing the t-shirt I found in my closet. The one I stole from him years ago. Carter walks up to me, and my heart starts to race. His eyes roam over my body and linger on my bare legs. His t-shirt is long enough to cover me up to mid-thigh. It’s almost like a dress to me, but I really should’ve worn more than panties underneath.
