I put on a sweater over a long-sleeve t-shirt this morning. When I walked past the mirror I looked a little more booby than usual, so took off the shirt underneath. The sleeves were a little short, so I pushed them up. In the kitchen Dani looked me up and down, smiled, and said, "Looks like that's my sweater now!"
Standing against the counter, I ate a hard boiled egg while watching MTV. Josh came over to kiss me goodbye, then headed out to school. A second after the door closed, it opened again, and I looked around to see if he'd left his cell phone or keys. "That's a great sweater - you should wear it more." He gave me a shit-eating grin and left again.
No comments:
Post a Comment