Peter stood in the doorway, his hair wet and pushed back out of his face. He was scowling at her, lips pursed tight. On Wendy, the gray T-shirt with the purple fish on the front was too baggy for her to wear out in public. But it clung tightly to Peter’s shoulders, the fish taut and distorted over his chest. It was hardly long enough to cover his stomach. Then, there was the matter of the gym shorts. While they were technically big enough to fit his legs, they only covered about the top third of his thighs. Clearly he didn’t have the same proportions as her.

“How did you even get the shirt on?” Wendy asked, voice breaking from suppressed laughter. She clamped her hands tighter over her mouth as her shoulders started to shake.

Red bloomed on Peter’s cheeks. He threw his wet towel at her head. “Do you really not have anything bigger than this?” he asked, tugging uncomfortably at the collar of the shirt.

Wendy shook her head, fingertips pressed to her bottom lip. “I’m so sorry, that’s all I’ve got,” she told him. Her cheeks hurt from the smile on her face.

“I hope you realize how embarrassing this is,” Peter said flatly. He crossed his arms over the sliver of skin that peeked out from below the shirt.

“It’s just—” She cleared her throat and tried to regain her composure. “It’s just until the morning,” she reminded him. She couldn’t help looking him up and down once more.

The giggles started again.

“Stop that!” Peter scolded, trying to sound stern, but now he was starting to laugh, too.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it!” Wendy said before covering her mouth again. She needed to be quiet or else she’d wake up her mother. “Ugh, okay,” she said, wiping tears of mirth from the corners of her eyes. “I grabbed some food.” She gestured to the assortment on the bed. “Help yourself. I’m going to … clean myself up.” Uncertainty started to creep up her spine again. Chewing on her bottom lip, she eyed Peter as he plopped down on her bed. He crossed his legs and immediately started opening the Chinese food containers.

Wendy grabbed some pajamas from her drawer and shut herself in the bathroom. She peeled off her clothes, which were sticky with stale sweat.