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"So," he said after she'd showered. "I'm digging the new look."
With hair like hers, she didn't dare use any of the hotel's shampoo—it would strip the oils right out. So she'd pinned it up out of the way during her shower. Now she had it in two fluffy puffballs, probably looking a lot like Minnie Mouse. Since she didn't have spare clothes, he'd lent her one of his clean t-shirts. It was huge on her, hanging to mid-thigh, and proclaimed her to be a member of the "University of Arizona Athletic Department." Luckily, her underwear hadn’t gotten too wet from the storm.
While she was showering, he'd uncovered all the room service dishes and set everything on the desk. They were both so hungry, they'd barely said a word until they'd consumed most of the chili and mac and cheese.
"Thanks."
