[ he laughs out the word, reaching for the corner of the blanket and tugging it down so he can slip in beside her. except he stops in his tracks when he realizes what he's done.
he knows that shirt. she probably knows that shirt. he's worn it enough around her and now it's draped on her body, flattering and comfortable and soft and marcos swallows, mouth suddenly dry. ]
Are you wearing my shirt?
[ just...checking. the game is already over. he knows what he's going to do next but he's just gonna ask that first. ]
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[ he laughs out the word, reaching for the corner of the blanket and tugging it down so he can slip in beside her. except he stops in his tracks when he realizes what he's done.
he knows that shirt. she probably knows that shirt. he's worn it enough around her and now it's draped on her body, flattering and comfortable and soft and marcos swallows, mouth suddenly dry. ]
Are you wearing my shirt?
[ just...checking. the game is already over. he knows what he's going to do next but he's just gonna ask that first. ]