C44 THE SNOW DRAGON

She was wearing my oversized shirt, her hair dripping wet and tangled from the shower. The fabric clung to her curves, accentuating her feminine form. Her eyes sparkled as she gazed up at me, a hint of mischief dancing in their depths.

She padded softly across the floor, her feet bare and her movements graceful, as if she were gliding towards me. I couldn't help but be drawn to her