Jay, my boyfriend had this black hoodie, soft and oversized, with a faint scent that was purely him – warm, clean, a little woodsy. I’d noticed it tucked away in his closet, just waiting. So, one day, when he was out, I went for it. I slipped the hoodie on, feeling it drape over me, instantly cozy. It was like a hug, even though Jay wasn’t there. The sleeves were a little too long, but I loved the way it felt. I couldn’t help but curl up on the couch, wrapped in the hoodie, feeling like a part of him was with me. That night, Jay came over, and the minute he walked in, his eyes narrowed. He didn’t say anything at first, just took a second to take it all in – me, in his hoodie, sitting there with a not-so-guilty smile. “Is that… my hoodie?” He crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow, clearly amused but trying to keep a straight face.