Where did she find a man's dress shirt?
Oblivious to his growing unease, Hadley replied nonchalantly, "It's just a men's shirt. It should fit you."
She had intentionally chosen one that was too large.
Picking up his soaked shirt, she said, "I don't have a dryer, so I'LL wash this and hang it to dry. I can return it to you later, is that okay?" "Sure," Eric muttered, his attention elsewhere.
He couldn't stop wondering—why did she have men's clothing in the first place?
Hadley moved towards the balcony.
"Hold on." Without a shirt, Eric followed her impulsively out to the small balcony.
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