Give her the t-shirt

"Here," you say, draping the t-shirt over her shoulders.

Deana looks up in surprise. "Th-thanks." She stands up and quickly puts on the shirt. It hangs loosely on her body, going down just past her hips and barely hiding her pussy. You can see her breasts peeking out the top of the shirt. Damn. If anything, it makes her even more sexy. "Um... do you have something else I can borrow? A jacket or something?"

"Sorry, that's all I have," you say with a shrug. It's late spring, and you're only wearing jeans and a t-shirt yourself.

"Okay, well it's better than nothing I guess. Hey, do you suppose you could give lift home?" Deanna asks. "I don't want to take the bus looking like this."