love it. Thank you.” I’m already peeling off my shirt to put this one on instead. It smells faintly like him. “You’re welcome.” And then it hits me, “Oh my gosh, their color is pink?” “Neon pink.” I burst into laughter. He makes a noise that’s a mixture of a scoff and a groan. “And black.” I’m laughing so much it’s hard to talk. “You’re going to have to wear pink? This is too good.” His own quiet chuckles join in a second later. “At least now it’ll make me think of you.”
