111 He Cooks, She Watches

He felt her presence as she drew near and turned to face her. Skyla was barefooted so he didn't hear her earlier. His hands halted as his eyes dilated seeing her in his oversized clothes.

Nonetheless, she looked so gorgeous in them and if it was in his hands he would dress her up more and more in his clothes. Precisely only in his shirt. Now that would be a sight.

"Feeling better?" he asked slightly amused, seeing how she was trying her damnest to not look him in the eyes.

"Yes, thank you for the clothes. Point me to the washing machine so I can do laundry." She was still holding her wet clothes.

Zyair reduced the heat under the pot and extended his hand towards her.

"Allow me."