The cool breeze tosses my hair back and forth as it pleases, with a few strands clouding my vision every now and then, stressing me further as I tuck them behind my ears.
The atmosphere is seemingly dry and tortuous to my skin, thankfully, I'm dressed for the weather. I'm wearing a pair of dyed pants... Hendrix's dyed pants to be specific, but they don't exactly look like his if you don't stare too long. Lately, we thrive on doing naughty things, one heck of a crazily wild and adventurous couple.
On top of it is a baggy sweat top... thankfully, I own this one. He drops a cap on my head, and on my feet are a nice pair of flats, Hendrix forbids I wear boots, he's certainly doing more than the physician if we're being honest.
Practically, Hendrix dressed me from my head to my feet, and I'm glad it's fit for the chilly weather.
