Larissa's POV
I found Carson positioned near the floor-to-ceiling windows, his silhouette outlined against the city skyline. He had switched from his formal attire into a charcoal gray shirt and dark athletic shorts that sat low on his narrow hips. Even in casual clothing, his presence commanded the entire room.
When he heard the bathroom door close, he pivoted toward me, his gaze immediately drawn to my exposed legs beneath the oversized shirt. "How do you feel now?"
"I would feel significantly better wearing my own clothing in my own space," I responded, folding my arms defensively across my chest. The gesture only served to accentuate the curves beneath the thin cotton fabric.
Something flickered in his dark eyes. "I typically sleep without any clothing, but I assumed that arrangement might cause you discomfort."
