The moment Vesper set her down on the bed, Blazar's arms flew up to cover her bare chest, fingers digging into her own skin like she could somehow disappear into herself.
The damp boyshorts clung uncomfortably to her hips, cold water droplets tracing slow paths down her thighs. She glared up at him, her breath coming in short, angry puffs.
"I'm not sleeping in your room," she declared, voice sharper than intended. The words hung between them, stubborn and final.
Vesper's gaze flickered down—just for a heartbeat—before he turned sharply toward the closet. His jaw tightened as he rummaged through the neatly folded fabrics, his movements unusually stiff. "You need clothes to change into," he said, voice rougher than usual. He pulled out a soft black shirt—one of his own—and tossed it toward her along with a towel. "Change into this."
