Mary got off the bed and followed Johnny. Once the drinks were poured, she moved closer and patted at the shoulder of his shirt, which was still wet from her tears.
"You're soaked. Maybe you should change."
There was, perhaps, a little hint of mischief in her smile. Though it stopped there. They'd been sharing a bed but had otherwise bern taking things slow physically. She was okay with that because she still believed that he needed the time for each step in moving on. That didn't mean that she couldn't enjoy how he looked in or out of a shirt in the meantime though.