Tori thinks her clothes are almost comfortable enough to fall asleep in. Just black leggings and a white tank top, and the black bra clearly visible underneath. The high cut of the top does nothing to hide the way her breasts strain against the thin fabric, pulling it so tight that it’s practically see through. She catches a glance of herself in the mirror and bites her lip – earlier tonight, she’d gotten dressed so fast that she hadn’t noticed, and now unbidden comes the flash of memories from earlier tonight, the men who let their eyes flick down for just a second too long before hastily pulling themselves back to attention. Smiling tightly, struggling to keep their hands at their sides. It was so blindingly obvious.
She casts her mind back for details. Who had she talked to? Who had noticed? Everyone, probably. *But who do I remember…*
Him. Her roommate, Zade, is asleep right across the hallway, and – yes. He was definitely staring earlier. With even less subtlety than anyone else at the bar. Barely hiding at all.