HT 100 Challenge # 64 - Dress Up
Gloria pulled the edge of the shirt up over her nose. Unable to stop herself, she inhaled deeply, absorbing the faint odors clinging to the cotton - the aftershave, soap, and sweat that made up the unique fragrance of Ryan O'Reily.
She'd confronted him this morning, telling him that anything else he sent her would also just end up in the trash. He'd been hurt, but as he turned away she'd seen a hard glint of determination in his eyes. It chilled her to think of it, and she wrapped her arms around herself, holding the shirt tight against her skin.
She'd confronted him this morning, telling him that anything else he sent her would also just end up in the trash. He'd been hurt, but as he turned away she'd seen a hard glint of determination in his eyes. It chilled her to think of it, and she wrapped her arms around herself, holding the shirt tight against her skin.