She wore a T-shirt and shorts that revealed her shapely, soft legs.
Faust wore new hiking shorts that exposed bowed legs as white as winter.
Not even on his collar—on his shorts, where there's absolutely no reason for lipstick to ever, ever be.
She wore an oversized shirt and boxer shorts, neither of which was hers.
He opened the bottom drawer, placed it in the back beneath his never used shorts and closed it with a slam.