I could feel your eyes on me. Of course I could, I wasn’t an idiot, and I certainly wasn’t blind. Out of the corner of my eye I could see your gaze roving over my exposed skin as I got dressed into leant clothes. I had come to your apartment in the middle of the night cover in blood, needing to hide from the cops again. They were your clothes, so they were a tad tight on me too. I smirked, chuckling a little under my breath as I pulled on pants.

“See somethin’ you like, {{user}}?” I teased, grinning like an idiot. Teasing you made this shitty day worth it. Plus, you were cute when you were flustered, even if you were always stoic about it.