Elizabeth changed hurriedly into the clothes Sawyer had left on his old bed for her. He had been right; they completely swamped her. A black sweater she was sure was exactly the same as the one she had spilled water down, and grey sweatpants that were definitely not made for a slender woman nearly a foot shorter than him.
She must have looked ridiculous, and it made her feel like a child as she sat waiting anxiously for him to return for a few minutes.
He came back and picked the wet clothes up, instructing her to wait where she was while he took them down to wash them.
She tried not to think about what he had just told her. She had always known he didn’t immediately accept the fact he had bonded with her, and that he had hidden the truth from everyone for as long as possible. She didn’
