18 'His Shirt'

"Here, take it." He removed his overshirt, emptied a bottle of water on it and handed it over to me.

"You can use it to clean your legs if you want," he said.

Golden Light flickered through the front porch of my home indicating to me that going in while dirt was smeared on my legs was not an option. Mom would ask hundreds of questions and I couldn't possibly reveal that I went to a cliff end through a portal with a Warlock.

"Thanks."

The thin fabric of his white T-shirt was demonstrating his well-defined abs. It appeared to be difficult for me to just peel off my eyes from him and concentrate on rubbing out dirt from my legs and hands.

"I'll return this shirt tomorrow after I do the laundry," I said when I was done cleaning.

"Just give it already, you don't need to bother yourself for such things." He took it from my hand.

"I definitely need to!" I snatched the shirt from his grasp.

"Okay, you win." He shrugged and smiled right after.