She glanced down at herself, dwarfed in his shirt, and shrugged. "I'm sure there's some deep psychological reason a man's lover would look attractive to him in his oversized clothes after wild sex." She tugged at the hem, pulling it down a little, then grinned at him. "Or it just looks easier to get off me?" The next time she pulled at the hem, it was to lift it and flash more leg.

Her heart skipped a beat at the word lover, though, and she could hear him saying he loved her again.