Beth’s POV
Stepping out of the shower twenty minutes or so later, my body smelling woodsy because I had to use Aaron’s shampoo, I wrap a fluffy towel around my body and smile as I find tiny, black leggings and an oversized sweater with a football logo on it, that I’m positive is Aaron’s. A matching set of underwear is stacked under the clothes, tags still hanging off of the ends, and I blush at the thought of having Aaron bringing these up here. I have no clue where the leggings or underwear are from, but I’m thankful for them.
I slid them on quickly, finding a hairbrush placed next to the sink as I brush through my now soft mass of brown hair, letting hang to the middle of my back as I leave it to air-dry.
I twist the doorknob, frowning as the sweater falls down my arm and reveals my m
