Sage set aside the washcloth he was holding. He used it to clean up Lilian’s body which was drenched with sweat and other fluids. He could have woken her up and let her use his shower, but it was entirely his fault why she couldn’t. Lilian passed out in the middle of them doing it. She didn’t wake up after and was deeply sleeping under his sheets, without any clothes on.
Although the sight of her naked body was something he did not want to obstruct, he had to put something on her. Sage carefully slipped Lilian into the sweater he used often. It was around two sizes bigger than her. Although he had clothes that would fit her perfectly, why would he miss the chance of seeing her in his clothes?
A side of the collar slid off her shoulder. Sage couldn’t help but grin at the bite marks that
