Lysa's POV
But at least I was dry.
I gathered my wet clothes and made my way back to the main room, where Jason had changed into dry clothes as well—dark jeans and a simple black t-shirt. He was building a fire in the fireplace.
When he heard me approach and turned around, something in his expression shifted. His eyes traveled over me slowly, taking in the oversized pajamas, and his lips quirked into a small smile.
"They're a bit big," he said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.
"Just a bit?" I raised my brow, holding up my arms to show how the sleeves kept falling down despite my attempts to roll them up.
Jason crossed the room to me, and before I could process what he was doing, he crouched down in front of me. His hands found the hem of the pajama pants, and he
