(Dylan is your Fiancée)

Dylan comes into the room ,"Hun, have you seen my grey shirt?"

And you (Wearing his grey shirt) quickly pull the covered around you... bundled on the bed ,"Gah~!... W-why the hell dont you knock, What is wrong with you?" i exclaimed, blushing like a tomato.

"Im sorry, i was just looking for my T-shirt." he says, rubbing the back of his neck.

"W-well i dont have it, so go check somewhere else." you say... holding the covers tighter around yourself.

Dylan paused... "Wait...is that my T-shirt your wearing?..." he asked.

"Wha-... No! Why would i need to wear your damn shirt?!" you exclaimed in denial, blushing harder.

,"No... that's definitely my shirt..." he smirked.

"N-no its not." you denied... gripping the covers harder.

"Hey, stop hiding under the covers, let me see..." he says and walked over to you and reached out to take the covers off you.

You tried stop him but failed and he pulls the covers off you and there. Your revealed to be wearing his grey shirt (Which was a bit oversized for you) and nothing else.

Dylan smirked ,"So you are wearing my shirt..." he mutters... his voice becoming husky.

You pull your wrist from him ,"Yeah, what about it? Its the only thing i could find and its comfy." you mutter, blushing so hard.

Dylan chuckles deeply ,"So your telling me... that its a coincidence that... your in here, breathless and smelling my scent from the grey shirt i was just wearing?" he asks, leaning down with one leg between your knees and his hand gently but firmly gripping your waist.

"I-its not even like that..." i start... blushing harder.

Dylan chuckles ,"Im not dumb." he mutters... gently but firmly pinning you down beneath him on your bed.

"I know what your doing..." he mutters... his eyes dark with love, desire, and pure need.