â€œWAIT!â€<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF00BF">It was like her heart just wasn't going to have a break. Her hand had just taken hold of the door knob, when his voice rang out a lot louder than she'd have expected. She'd jumped, yet again, dropping the sweatpants she'd had in hand as she clutched at the door frame, catching her breath. It took her a moment, but she finally turned around, eyes wide and blinking as her chest continued to heave, a questioning air in her eyes.</span><br/><br/>â€œUm...I have a shirt for you too. It's in my room. You can get dressed in there.â€<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF00BF"><span style="font-style: italic">You need to get a hold of yourself,</span> came her chastising. <span style="font-style: italic">He's going to think you're a nutcase you keep this up.</span><br/><br/>His smile was met with an embarrassed one of her own, before nodding. "Alright, just let me get my thinks out of the bathroom...and I'll head in there?" Ducking into the bathroom, she gathered up her clothes, keeping the intimates tucked up in her cut shirt. It wasn't until she had almost gotten into his bedroom that she remembered the sweats were still on the floor. So, hastily she moved back out, careful to avoid him as she knelt down to get the sweats...<br/><br/>But...In her haste, her grip of the towel slipped. Dropping the sweats again as her towel slid from her frame, she gathered it back up, thankful that her back had been to him as it slipped. Her hands had moved quickly, but not before it slipped below her waist. Grabbed back up and tightened around her frame, she felt the crimson staining her cheeks, her shoulders hunching in embarrassment as she tried to compose herself enough. Loosing a breath, she couldn't even look at him, fingers snatching up the sweats and rushing into his bedroom, closing the door behind her.<br/><br/>Dressing normally wouldn't have taken so long...but she was thoroughly embarrassed. It took her about ten minutes to get calm enough to focus on the clothing and not the fact that she was almost certain she'd just flashed Tobias her derriere. It was the first time, since meeting him, that she really truly hoped that his attention had been elsewhere.<br/><br/>Slipping her bra and underwear back on, Lily took hold of the shirt, eyes growing larger as she saw how huge it was in comparison to her small frame. Which then had her thinking about how he'd been wearing it...and the muscles...<span style="font-style: italic">So many muscles...</span> As she pulled it over her head, sticking her arms in the proper spots and letting it fall over her, she had to laugh as it went clear down her thighs, almost to her knees. He pulled her hair out of the collar and turned her attention to the pants. Despite looking like she'd stepped out of some Arabian movie, bunching heavily around her ankles, they did have the drawstring, so they at least stayed where she put them.<br/><br/>Letting out one more breath, eyes closing as she prepared herself to leave the room, she opened the door, her other clothing in hand and folded. "Thank you again, Tobias..." she spoke, knowing he'd hear her wherever he was, and to hopefully alert her to where he was so she wouldn't jump out of her skin...again.</span>