Glancing up, he looked so… normal in my clothes. His dark hair was a tangled mess that was mostly tucked behind his ears. And there was the rest of that face and those roundish-shaped eyes…. The pants fortunately fit him fine, and then there was the shirt. I was pretty sure he hadn’t noticed the white cat with a crooked pink bow on one pointed ear. It was one of my biggest shirts. Lifting my gaze, I met those dark purple eyes, and a feeling of dread tickled me right between the shoulder blades. “If you’re done… checking me out… can I get a wet towel to wipe off… with?”
