After she showered, she put on his oversized T-shirt and his baggy sweatpants. She sniffed the shirt. The smell was oddly comforting, that of musk and pine trees. Then she walk out of the bathroom and found the man feeding wood to the hungry blazing fire.
"Er," she mumbled awkwardly. "Nice place."
Prisana you idiot, that's all you can think of? Nice place?
He regarded her with a guarded expression so she couldn't tell what he was thinking. She didn't think she would ever be able to read his mind. But of course, she won't have to after tonight.
"You can stay for the night but you have to leave tomorrow," came his placid tone.
"Don't worry, I won't impose on you for long. I'll leave once the sun rises."
