She does

"That'd be great," Julia said.

"Cool. Name's Mac by the way."

"I'm Julia." She followed him further into the hall and into a room. It was fairly neat with the exception of a few shirts and pairs of pants and shorts on the floor. A desk was in the corner, a set of weights next to it. The bed was decently sized and unmade, with a nightstand next to it and a dresser in the nearby corner.

Mac walked over and opened the top drawer of the dresser and looked through for a moment. "You want to pick something from here?"

Julia moved closer and looked into the drawer. She could see a few pairs of sweatpants, more basketball shorts, and some boxers on the other side. And... being this close to Mac was letting her smell him again. She leaned in and grabbed a pair of gray sweatpants, aware that their arms were touching.

"Did you want a shirt too?"

"Oh, uh... I don't think my shirts a problem."

"It's certainly not," Mac said, looking down at her cleavage. She could feel her face going red again, but... something else too. She looked up at him, and realized just how small she was now. She couldn't be more than 5'3", and he seemed like he might be at least a foot taller. She could see him leaning down, face approaching hers. She had only moments to act, to stop him from kissing her.