"Nothing of mine smells like feet. You're just too chicken to admit that my things are better to sleep in. Exhibit A, my jacket." He raised an eyebrow, his eyes cracking open as he pointed to his hoodie she had brought over.
He mimicked her tease though most of it came out as gibberish. He was much too sleepy to be coherent. "Just sleep, Lottie." He mumbled with a soft sigh, his thumb still massaging over her eye.
Post by Charlotte Larkson on Mar 14, 2014 1:44:36 GMT -6
She just smiled. She couldn't deny it. HIs clothes had a certain thing about them. She couldn't help but wonder if it was all guys clothes that smelled so good (When they weren't smelling absolutely awful that is). Men's clothes also just hung better on her body. She was a sucker and Evan's wardrobe was one of her favorites. She was lucky that he was so tolerant.
"Mmm you sleep." She mumbled as her body cuddled deeper into Evan's arms instinctually. Her breath started to slow down and she began to drift in and out.