Chris pulled the hoodie over his head, ruffling his already messy hair as he exhaled. Damn, it smells like Sky.
It was the hoodie he had bought yesterday. He found it neatly ironed and folded on the bed when he returned after breakfast.
He didn't know whether it was only the detergent or Sky had also used his cologne on it. But whatever it was, he liked it.
He wasn't in a rush to leave as he had nothing to do, but staying here any longer felt… off. He had already stayed the night—something he could not remember ever doing before, not even at Wilson's.
He had also worn Sky's clothes and slept in them. He had totally forgotten about that until he returned to the room. He suspected it must have also been the reason he got some sus glances at the table. He hoped no one noticed though.
As he neatly folded Sky's clothes—haphazardly—and placed them on the bed, then came the knock.
"I hope you're not naked. I'm coming inside."
