Forty-Eight- Kiara

Lena peeled of her wet dripping boot and stepped into the flops by the side of the door. She trembled badly, her legs unable to stand or move properly, the cold seeped into her bones making her almost stiff. Xander passed a brief concerned glance at her before trudging to the hallway that led to his room. Lena followed, the need to peel off her wet trousers pressing, she needed drier clothes to at least warm herself up.

She found a jogger pants and a matching hoodie, it looked bigger than her size she already guessed who it belongs to.

Xander's sister definitely shares his wardrobe with him.

Wearing it over her head, she welcomed the familiar cologne that hit her nostril, his spicy male scent. She felt slightly warmed by the change into drier clothes, her hair still damp and tangled into little threadlike forms falling down her back. It felt depressing in her room, so she decided to step out into the living room and see if she can shake the cold off her body.

Shivering between st