Meredith woke up the next morning and blinked a few times before sitting up. As usual, Brayden was gone. He most likely was working out. Meredith yawned then pulled back the covers to get up and noticed that she was wearing Brayden's shorts and t-shirt.
She stared at her sleep attire in confusion. She would have never worn that to bed. Well, maybe the t-shirt. Meredith liked the soft cool feeling of the sheets against her skin and wouldn't have worn Brayden's oversized shorts to bed.
As she thought more about it she didn't remember going to bed. She remembered her long dress up session. Brayden drove them home afterwards and Meredith could recall him parking the car in the garage and they waited shortly for the elevator.
