I was resting in Aria’s bed my back against the headboard finishing up some emails while she showered after work. Excited as I was to be sleeping over, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. She walked out of the bathroom in one of my t-shirts and a pair of shorts. Thank the Goddess she was wearing sensible pj’s or I wouldn’t get any sleep at all.
“Is that my shirt? Where did you get it?” I asked.
She looked a little sheepish, and it was f*****g adorable. “I took it from your room at the packhouse. It smells like you and I wear it when I get lonely or when I miss you. But I can give it back if you want it.”
“No way. I love that you’re wearing my clothes.”
She grinned and pulled her shorts off before she crawled into bed.
“What are you doing?” I asked suspiciously.
“I get hot when you
