I never answered when he asked why I was wearing his shirt. My first instinct was to lie and say because my clothes were already packed, but neither of us would have believed that. The truth is, I haven’t been able to shake thoughts of him. Our time in Greece has left a stain on my soul. So when I found myself sleeping in his bed, I swiped a shirt from his drawer and wore it like I had on the nights we were together in Greece.
