I have seen few of my one night stands in my shirts little too many times and I swear it was not provocative. But walking home to Magenta in my too big for her clothes was utterly satisfying. Somehow even in that jumbled mess of over sized clothing, she managed to deprive me of sane thoughts.
And even though being a guy my eyes did travel to her bare legs but more than that in my clothes she felt like... she was mine. I shouldn't feel that way, she wasn't mine.
But lately, I was running out of reasons to keep her away. And God was not helping me here.
It was nine at night when we sat down in my car to go a movie theater. She was still wearing my tee and her jeans and she looked a little excited.
"What are we watching?" She asked fidgeting in her seat.
"What do you want to watch?" I a
