Olivia pulled the t-shirt that Dallas had given her over her head. Even though she’d just had a long, hot shower, she was still shivering. She pulled on Dallas’ socks, then regarded herself in the bathroom mirror.
Despite the terror and general awfulness of the situation, she smiled a bit at her appearance. Dallas’ shirt hung off her slim body and covered her to almost her knees; the socks were about five sizes too big for her. But the clothing smelled of him, and she held the shirt to her nose and inhaled deeply, finding comfort in it. It felt like he was right there with her, and she immediately felt safe.
She heard a knock at the door, and she jumped.
“Olivia? You OK?”
“Yeah,” she called back. “Be out in a sec.”
She tugged the t-shirt down as far as it could go, and came out. Dall
