Jack paused, looking at her in surprise. In his clothes? Why would she get into his clothes?
Then the scene in almost every movie cropped up. After spending the night with a man, the girl would normally throw on one of his shirts. He suddenly envisioned Katelynn walking around his apartment in one of his loose fitting painting shirts and it caused his face to turn purple. Her pale legs on display, her lovely long hair… oh god. And that kiss they shared the night before came crashing to the forefront of his mind.
If they kissed like that in private, in his apartment, if she was healthy… oh god. No don’t think that.
“You would look better in them than I-I do.” he said with a grin.
She laughed lightly, looking back up at him. “I don’t know about better. But they do look comfortable..”
When she found him in them, when she had managed to touch the material; it was so soft and looked so comfortable. If she could wear one of his shirts, be enveloped by his scent with his arms around her, that’d be heaven.
He giggled. “Maybe next time I come I’ll bring you one of my shirts then?”
Jack Maple 