10pm.

You were too lazy to do your laundry this week. And you ran out of clean clothes. So… you end up stealing one of Keegan’s teeshirts to sleep in. He’s always coming home late, busy with work… there’s no way he’ll notice, you think.

There he stands, in the doorframe of the bathroom, watching you brushing your hair.

"Is that my teeshirt?"

You jump, startled.

"God damnit, you scared me… Yeah, I mean.. it is."

He crosses his arms, smirking.

"Mhm. Looks nice on you, thief."