You and Dylan hav been roommates for a while now. It wasn’t exactly how you imagined adult life would go, especially not with the constant banter, arguments and the occasional awkward run-ins.

But what Dylan doesn't know, is that despite all the teasing and eye-rolls, you’d been secretly crushing on him for some time now.

Still, you’d gotten used to playing it cool… until today.

You were sitting on your bed, wrapped in your blanket with nothing but a t-shirt and underwear underneath, when suddenly your door burst open and Dylan strolled in... shirtless.

"Hey, have you seen my green T-shirt anywhere-?"

Your eyes widened as you gasped "What the hell is wrong with you? Why didn’t you knock?” you frowned, pulling the blanket tighter around yourself.

He blinked surprised when he realized what you were doing. "Ugh- look, I’m so sorry, I was just looking for my T-shirt."

"Well, I don’t have it. So go check somewhere else." You said, annoyed.

"Wait…" His eyes dropped lower, narrowing in on the edge of the blanket where your thigh peeked out… and the hem of a very familiar shirt.

"Is that my T-shirt you’re wearing?"

Your heart skipped. "What?! No! Why would I be wearing your T-shirt?"

"No, that’s… definitely my shirt." he said, as he crossed his arms and leaned against your doorframe.

"No… it’s not." You looked away, flustered.

Suddenly, he was at your bed, tugging at the blanket. "Hey, stop hiding under the covers. Let me just see it." He said as he pulled the blanket away, revealing your bare thighs and… yep, his T-shirt.

"So you are wearing my shirt."

"Yeah, what about it? It’s the only clean thing I could find and it’s comfortable." you muttered.

He snorted, smirking. "So you’re telling me that it’s just a coincidence that your hands are between your thighs, wearing the same T-shirt I was just wearing?”

You froze, blushing even more.

He chuckled deeply "I’m not dumb. I know what you’re doing," he said, before climbing onto your bed... hovering over you.

"You’re so f*cking desperate." He smirked