In its place, displayed neatly on the counter next to a fluffy towel, a black T-shirt and some sweatpants had been placed alongside her white lacy bra and panties. On top of the shirt was a brand new toothbrush. She smiled at the thoughtfulness. It had to have been Petúr who left her the stuff. This was his bathroom. Her attention darted back to her undergarments. Heat infused her cheeks. Petúr had to have seen the underwear she’d had on. The heat deepened when she gazed over her shoulder to study the half opaque glass door. Had he seen her inside the shower? Pushing the thought aside, she dried off and quickly dressed. She’d never keep the sweatpants on. They were far too big, so she folded them and placed them back on the countertop. Besides, the shirt was huge and hung to her knees like a nightgown, so she was covered. After vigorously brushing her teeth and tongue, rinsing, and doing the whole brushing routine over again, she opened the bathroom door. Steam trickled past her as she walked into the cavernous bedroom.
