he said. He slid out from beneath me and stood from the couch. “Be right back.” I sat there, waiting on him, not caring that I was covered in beer. I was just happy to be with him. I couldn't remember ever feeling the way I felt about him. I'd had crushes and boyfriends and boys that I'd longed for. But this? This felt different. This felt like it was capturing me. This felt real. He was back quickly, holding out a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. “Not the prettiest things in the world, but they're clean.” I took them from him. “Bathroom's down the hall,” he said, pointing over his shoulder. “I know,” I said, lifting the dress over my head. I dropped it on the couch. “I'm okay right here.” He bit down on his bottom lip and didn't bother to hide that his eyes moved down my body, then up again. I took my time with the T-shirt, making sure he could see the bra and panties I'd bought just for him.
