Petra was a firm believer in wearing boys' hoodies. There just wasn't anything like wearing a hoodie that was stolen from a cute boy. She snuggled up in the soft and worn fleece of Levi's sweatshirt as she watched movies with him. His arms snaked around her shoulders, bringing her in close. Petra buried her face in the crook of his neck, appreciating the heat of his soft skin. Hoodies were, great, she had to admit it; but nothing was like curling up with the guy she loved.