We lounged in bed for a couple more hours, and then it was only the idea of French toast that got us moving. We did nothing more than wipe off the worst of the stickiness before pulling on sweats. I wasn’t that much taller than Noah, but I was more muscled, even if I had lost some of that during my convalescence. So the pants he loaned me were fine lengthwise, but tight in the waist and thighs. The sweatshirt fit a little better because it was oversized to begin with. But I liked the idea of wearing his clothes, so I was more than happy to endure the slightly uncomfortable fit.
Noah headed right for his little kitchen at the back of the house, and I wandered out more slowly. His place wasn’t big by any means. It was an open floor plan from the front door straight back through the living r
