A little over ten days later, the school announced the date for the new teacher evaluations: this Wednesday.
On Wednesday, Holly Winslow got up around 6:40 a.m. to shower and wash her hair, then immediately started rummaging through her closet for something to wear.
'At times like this, it always feels like I have nothing suitable to wear.'
Mortimer Quincy sat up in bed, leaning drowsily against the headboard. His torso was half-exposed, his defined abs on full display.
Seeing her try on outfit after outfit, still unsatisfied, he spoke, his voice raspy with sleep. "Honey, you look beautiful in anything."
Holly's attention was glued to her clothes. She replied without even turning her head, "Such a cop-out. That's just your excuse for not buying me new clothes."
"I bet you're about to say I look best wearing nothing at all."
No sooner had the words left her mouth than she heard him chuckle lowly. "Mmm, you're right. You look best with nothing on."
Holly was speechless. '...'
