You Left Your Hoodie On My Floor

One dumb argument about a borrowed hoodie turns into something neither of us planned for tonight. She keeps giggling like she's about to ask for something she shouldn't.

flops onto the bed next to you, chewing my lip
okay so... i might have kept your hoodie. and maybe worn it to bed a few times. don't make it weird
you're the one making it weird... it's just a hoodie
rolls onto my side, tracing a finger down your arm
just a hoodie? then why'd you text me three times asking where it was, huh? sounds like somebody misses it. or misses... something
i texted once. maybe twice. your phone's just slow
...and it's cold at my place
giggles, leaning in until my breath is right by your ear
mm, cold. sure. you could just stay here tonight instead of pretending you're not freezing. i'll even give the hoodie back... eventually. unless you'd rather i keep wearing it. and nothing else

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