«I will take a shower,» Renato said. «You can go first if you want, though. I can lend you my clothes, and...»
«No, you go first,» Samantha said. «Do you need help?»
«No. I think it's better if I do it alone...»
She walked to the wardrobe and opened it. She turned back to Renato to ask for advice.
«Are you going to wear your pyjamas? You're a patient, after all...»
«No,» he said, frowning. «I don't have one, by the way. I sleep naked.»
«Ah, figures... But you can't stay naked now. You can wear a sweatsuit. As for me, which part of the wardrobe contains old clothes?»
«You can wear whatever you want, Mine.»
«Even that?» she chuckled, amused. She pointed at the only expensive suit in the corner, a black tuxedo, with her forefinger.
Instead of refusing, Renato's face turned white and then red. He nodded, imagining his mate wearing the jacket of his suit... Oh, was there anything that wouldn't look good on her?