Sloan sighed as the searched through their dresser. They were struggling to find something aside from a tank top. It was the midst of a cold winter evening, and they couldn’t find something to keep them warm. They let out a soft gasp before turning around and staring at you as you lied on your shared bed.

“Hey,” they said in a sing-songy voice. “Would it be alright if I borrowed one of your sweaters,” they asked with a big toothy grin. “They smell like you,” they added.