The whole forest was already clothed in green.
She rose, having slept fully clothed out of fear Xander would attack her in her sleep.
Death was a dark, towering, muscular figure in the living area of her apartment, clothed in black and wearing an expression that mirrored what she felt.
Her petite, shapely body was clothed in jeans and a tank top.
He was muscular and tall, clothed in dark jeans, a snug grey T-shirt that hugged his biceps and stretched across his chest and back and then sagged at his slender torso and hips, and a round black medallion that fell from his T-shirt as he leaned over her.
