C61 Elegant Faces, Hidden Hunger

Her hand reached into the bag and picked out the neatly folded cotton shorts. In a matter of seconds, she had washed up and changed into them, the simple fabric settling comfortably against her skin. She then stepped into the private room where they had eaten earlier, finding Calvin sitting quietly, waiting.

“Why aren’t you eating?” she asked.

“Oh I was just waiting for you,” he replied softly