Arya washed herself clean and was about to unlock and open the door when she realised that she was stark naked. She couldn't possibly go out like this, even though Derek had seen her like this just a while back. She slowly opened the door, looking around to see if Derek was around, only to find a shirt left hanging on the door. Was it for her? Even if it wasn't for her, she was sure he wouldn't mind if she borrowed it for sometime. She immediately grabbed the shirt and shut the door again. Taking a deep breath, she wore the white shirt that was quite loose for her, the material feeling luxurious against her skin, his scent engulfing her, calming down all the nerves that were slowly beginning to awaken. Her palms started becoming sweaty as the reality of what actually had transpired hit her
