She's wearing my discarded shirt. The sleeves are rolled up to her elbows, and the top two buttons are undone. The shirt just brushes the tops of her thighs, and is quite loose on her. I open my mouth to say something, but instead it just curves into a smile. She always looked good in my clothes.
Tonight is no exception.
She smiles and walks slowly over to me, a vision out of my dreams. I wrap my arms around her, and stroke her wet hair, smelling of lilac and a scent that is Stephanie's alone. Her body presses against mine tighter as she buries her face against me. She responds by placing a chaste kiss on my sternum. I feel my heart leap into double time.