"What?" she asks as she leans against your door frame. You're staring at her, not because she's as beautiful as always, but because she's wearing one of your shirts. Her face scrunches up. "Is something the matter?" she asks in a slightly irritated tone. You blush a little because you've loved sharing your clothes with her, jackets, sweaters, coats, but a shirt? This is a first. You try to tell her how you feel, but no words come out. You're at a loss for how good she looks in your clothes.