The evening breeze in June carries a hint of chill.
Ethan Hayes finished his shower, shut off the faucet, and stood in Vivian York's bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. It was then that he realized he hadn't brought anything with him; he'd just rushed over directly.
Right now...he didn't have any change of clothes or pajamas, and even the T-shirt he was wearing was drenched in sweat from running over here.
So, at this moment...
Ethan stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, staring at his damp hair in the reflection, beginning to seriously question his life choices.
How was he supposed to tell Vivian he didn't have any change of clothes??
Even if he did tell her, how could Vivian get him change of clothes now??
Was he supposed to wear Mr. York's boxers?? No way, no way, internally he was resisting...he could wear Mr. York's pajamas, but not his boxers!!
