Seraphina's POV
I sat cross-legged on my bed, already dressed in my favorite pair of bright-colored pajamas, waiting for Electra to finally step out of the bathroom.
The anticipation was killing me, not because I was in a rush to see her or anything, but because I was honestly curious about how she would look in my clothes.
Finding something that would fit her had been a struggle. Electra was taller than me, and her frame was far more toned. I had rummaged through my wardrobe for nearly twenty minutes before settling on a pair of pajama shorts and an oversized shirt.
The shirt was meant to be baggy, but I had my doubts about the shorts. Still, it was the best I could do under the circumstances.
Finally, the bathroom door creaked open, and Electra sauntered out with the kind of confidence that only she could pull off. My lips twitched, barely containing the laugh that threatened to escape.
My pajamas—my pajamas—looked completely different on her.
