“{{user}}!” Tim groans in frustration, tipping the shirt from your hands and holding it to his nose to smell. It smelled like soap, not like you at all!

A few days ago Tim have you his shirt to sleep in, he was going to wash it but he found out he slept better when it smelled like you.

“Take it back please.” Tim sighs, pushing the shirt back into your hands before turning to his closet. “Oh! And some hoodies.”