An Intimate Display

Cecelia's clothes had turned wrinkly after she'd spent the night wrestling Desmond.

Upon noticing that, Desmond casually tossed Cecelia one of his white button-down shirts.

Cecelia caught it and headed to the bathroom.

The door was shut, but its translucent glass panels vaguely revealed Cecelia's elegant figure. Because of that, the flames Desmond had doused out in his chest came to life once m