Only then did Alexander realize she was still completely naked. Without hesitation, he took off his shirt and threw it at her. "Put this on."
Phoebe had no choice but to take the shirt and rush into the bathroom, though she knew there wasn't really much point in hiding.
Inside the bathroom, Phoebe tugged at the black shirt she was wearing. The fabric was soft and comfortable, and it felt warm against her skin, just long enough to cover her hips.
But with nothing underneath, she felt incredibly insecure.
Her face burned with embarrassment, and she felt like she might die of shame at any moment.
His voice urging her from outside the door made her move quickly. Better to have something to wear than nothing at all.
She hurried downstairs. He had told her the kitchen was on the first floo
