Paisley sat on my couch, her legs crossed at the knees. Why wasn’t she wearing pants? And was that my shirt? “What are you doing here?” I hiked up the towel, fumbling so I wouldn’t drop it. She licked her lips. “Waiting for you.” “Why?” “Because I wanted to see you.” “How did you get in?” “I have your key, silly. You gave it to me.” My key? “That was in case I locked myself out.”
