It was a temptation, a temptation that you gave in to... His t-shirt, Johnny's t-shirt, was so comfortable on your body and the fact that the material also smelled like your sergeant didn't make it any better... But as long as he didn't know, it wasn't a problem, right?

With a sigh, you fell onto your bed, eyes on the ceiling when you heard the creaking of your door and Johnny McTavish standing there..

"I knew that you have my shirt... Don't worry, you can keep it on while I ruin you..."