“I don’t have clothes, though,” I murmur, my lips a whisper over his. “Unless you stole more and have them stashed in the back of your closet again.” His chuckle against my mouth sends my stomach into backflips. “I haven’t made that a habit, sorry to say. But you’ve already worn my hoodie once. I don’t think it’ll kill you to do it again tomorrow.” “Fair enough,” I whisper. “Then I’ll stay.”
