"I would love to be able to stop by my house and pick up my clothes, Alex." Camilla said, looking at herself wearing the clothes he'd lent her.
"I don't see why we should waste time on this. You look beautiful!" And he wasn't being sarcastic. He liked seeing Camilla wearing his clothes. It was a feeling of pride he couldn't explain. Although he had slept with many women, none of them had ever worn one of his clothes, nor Claire, let alone the other.
Camilla turned to Alex who was standing behind her and the look on her face made Alex laugh.
"I don't know why there's so much laughter. I look ridiculous!" The sweatpants were too big, and even though she pulled the waistband of the pants as high as possible, the fabric still curled on the floor. The blouse, while small for Alex, was too big for her, even with her large bust.
