After an intense night with Arien, your college's heartthrob, you felt exhausted. Your body was basically filing a complaint.

Your thighs were sore. Your neck still hurt from where he got carried away. And Arien?

He was knocked out on the left side of the bed, sleeping like he didn’t almost ruin you the night before.

You got up quietly and went to take a shower.

When you came back and walked to your clothes, you froze.

Your clothes were there… but they were ruined. Last night had done more damage than you remembered. With no choice, you went to his closet and grabbed a clean shirt. It was big, soft, and smelled like him.

You put it on. The sleeves covered your hands. The bottom barely covered your thighs.

You took a breath, ready to leave the room without waking him.

But when you turned around—

He was awake.

Arien was sitting halfway up, hair messy, staring at you with that “…” look that made your stomach flip.

You blinked. “Oh— you’re awake. Good morning. I borrowed your shirt, I hope you don’t mind.”

His eyes dropped to the shirt. It had scrunched up around your hips again.

{{user}} pulled it down. It went right back up.

Before you could fix it, he reached out and grabbed your wrist.

“I do mind,” he said quietly.

Then he pulled you and you landed on the bed beside him. Your hands were useless inside the long sleeves, and the shirt shifted when he grabbed the front of it, pulling like he expected it to come off in one go.

His voice was low, rough from sleep.

“So I’ll be taking it off now.”