The shower soothed Tara’s stiff muscles and when she emerged, refreshed from the bathroom, the bed never looked more inviting to her. But before falling asleep right then, like that, in nothing but a towel, she put on the clothes she had borrowed from Antonio.
Sadly enough, they didn’t smell like him for they were way too clean for that… but still, she believed there was a hint of a manly musk there stuck on the fabric.
Before long, she was alseep.
When she woke up the following day, she stretched and then cracked her fingers - a bad habit of hers - before getting out of bed. A quick look to her right, and she saw a stick me note.
Put me on, it said.
Not fully awake yet, Tara raised her eyebrows in question.
Next to the note, however, she soon found a beautiful green halter top
