You had barely started your morning routine when you noticed, through your reflection in the mirror, the figure of Dom standing in the bathroom door, watching you. He leaned casually against the doorframe, with a half-smile that seemed to suggest something between surprise and pride. Your shirt was a little loose, but somehow it fit you perfectly.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," he said, with a husky tone and slight amusement in his eyes. "Do you like my shirt?"

You gave a smile as you rinsed your mouth, trying to hide the blush creeping up your cheeks. “I thought you wouldn’t mind.”

He walked closer, looking into his eyes in the mirror. "If I had known it would look like this on you, I would have given you all my shirts sooner."