He looked at her. "You don't look a mess, trust me. Tossled hair look totally works for you."
He stood up. "But I should get dressed," he said. He left the room and found a box with some old clothes in it in Stefan's room. He pulled something out and walked back into his room, into the bathroom.
He pulled off the top and stared at himself in the mirror. God she was hot. He slid down the bra and stared at her breasts, sliding his fingers over them a little. He'd never seen Elena's breasts before.