I squirmed uncomfortably as I put on his shirt and boxers. The white shirt didn’t exactly cover me entirely. My wet body can be seen clearly under the shirt which didn’t even reach to my knees.
I shifted the weight from my left leg to right leg, uncomfortable at the very thought of going out of the bathroom dressed like that, then squealed out in pain. Ugh! My stupid right leg. Justin had bandaged me and strictly instructed me not to lean on my right leg.
I shook my head resolutely and tiptoed out. Justin was seated comfortably on the couch, with his laptop on a cushion. He was wearing glasses. Oh! I didn’t know he had glasses. He looked like a sexy professor in those glasses. He raised his head from his laptop as he heard me enter, then frowned as he took in me wearing the white shirt.
