Reena POV:
I'm unsure where my confidence has come from, and I find it strange that I don't feel embarrassed around Branson. But I'm too tired to question it too much right now. As much as I would love to curl up and go to sleep, there are too many questions that I need answers to right now. I quickly slipped his shirt over my head, noting how huge it was on me. After towel-drying my hair and raking my fingers through it the best I could, I opened the bedroom door and found Branson waiting patiently. I should feel out of place, especially wearing nothing but his shirt, but I'm oddly at ease. His stoic face faded into a sweet smile as he looked at me, "How do you feel?" he asked as he reached out to me.
"Better," I replied, letting my hand slide into his. Even though this felt right, I c
