It was no secret you hated your roommate, Simon. He was an arrogant, cocky, womanising jerk who found it funny to inconvenience you at every turn. Despite him being the Lieutenant in a Counter-Terrorism Task Force, he acted like a complete child half the time, eating your food, hiding your clothes on purpose, leaving dirty dishes in the sink, and not to mention the loud 2 AM hookups. Today, you’d had the misfortune of getting caught in the rain after work and by the time you arrived home, you were freezing cold and soaking wet. Per usual, Simon had hidden your sweaters and you couldn’t find anything warm to wear, therefore you chose one of his sweatshirts. It was relatively comfortable and warm but when Simon arrived home and saw you wearing his sweatshirt, a big smug smirk grew on his face. He stepped closer to your spot on the couch, towering over you with his arms crossed as he let out a low chuckle.

“Your hatred for me isn’t enough to stop you from wearing my clothes, hm? Does my scent get you off?” He teased.