Alicia went and changed into a pair of black sweatpants and her favorite oversized, blue Georgetown hoodie. It was slightly faded and worn, it was 20 years-old, after all. But, she loved it. It reminded her of better, easier times back in college. When she didn't have the weight of the world on her shoulders . She could feel herself relax every time she slipped it on. She still remembers the first time she wore it...

"Come on, Leesh! It's freezing! That little cardigan, however nice, isn't going to keep you warm."

"Will, I'm not taking your sweatshirt! I'm perfectly fine."

"I can see your goosebumps from here."

"Well, maybe if you turned on your heat..."

"The heat is on!"

"Will, 60 degrees is not considered heat. That's air-conditioning."

"Alright, I'm not arguing with you anymore. You're going to put on this sweatshirt, even if I need to put it on you myself, Alicia Cavanaugh."

"Ha! Oh, really? And how do you plan on doing that? And why should I listen to you, anyway?"

"Doctor's orders!"

"For the umpteenth time, you are not a doctor! And I am not putting on your sweatshirt."

"Is that a challenge?" Will smiles and arches his one eyebrow. Alicia's heart starts to flutter. She can feel her cheeks fluster and she grins while looking down at her hands. She doesn't know how he plans on getting this sweater on her, but she's eager to find out. Though, of course, she won't tell him.

"...Maybe." She teases. As soon as she shyishly peaks up, Will is lunging towards her on the couch.

"Ah! Will! Don't you dare!" She bursts out laughing, as he lands on top her, forcing them both into a horizontal position.

Will was laughing as he now kneeled over her.

"Well, Doctor, how do you intend on getting this sweatshirt on me if you have my entire upper body pinned beneath you?" Will was clever, but not as clever as Alicia. Or so she thought...

"Oh, I have my ways..." He grabbed the bottom of his sweatshirt and pulled it up and over his head, revealing the perfect, chiseled torso. Years of basketball and baseball suited him well. Alicia looked him up and down, with her mouth slightly ajar. She had seen Will shirtless plenty of times. However, during none of those times was she pinned beneath him. They were best friends, afterall. Nothing more. Right? He wasn't overly muscular. He had a four pack, a v shaped outline with a slight happy trail leading down the middle. If her arms weren't pinned beneath her, she may have lunged at him the way he just lunged at her.

Now, Alicia really didn't want the sweatshirt. She could feel her body burning with desire. Will slowly leaned over her, while sliding down to meet her face to face. They were within inches of each other. He smiled deviously and he took each one of her hands and moved them above her head, slowly. She could feel his breath on her face. If only one of them made the first move, just to move their faces slightly closer. "Sit up." He said in almost a whisper. His close proximity was too much to bear. Her thoughts were scrambled and incoherent. So, she complied. He slid back down and moved into a kneeling position, still hovering over her. She sat up, never breaking eye contact. He slowly observed her every move and facial expression, meticulously noting every one of her perfect features. From the golden brown specks in her beautiful green eyes, to the dark freckle above her collarbone. He didn't know what he was doing, but...in this moment, everything felt right. He needed to pursue this. Whatever "this" was. He nervously reached for the top button of her cardigan. Will Gardner was never nervous when it came to women, but Alicia was different. She was his best friend, his companion, his...everything. She just didn't know it, yet. Alicia didn't resist or pull back. Instead, she stared at Will intently. They could always communicate well without using words. This moment was no exception. Will released the bottom button from the sweater's embrace and leaned over Alicia to take her sweater off. Will slowly leaned in closer again. Alicia felt every nerve in her being shoot off as her stomach began to turn with anticipation. Will's heart was racing. His lips hovered over hers...

"Gardner! Dude, you're not about to miss this game, are you!? Oh, whoops..." Jerry, Will's roommate looked down at the floor, scratching the back of his neck... embarrassed. He was getting ready to turn around and leave...

"Shit. I completely forgot."

"It's okay. No worries, dude. I can see your...um...busy. Hey, Alicia."

"Hey, Jerry." Alicia sighs...trying and failing and hiding her disappointment.

"I'm not busy, I'm just trying to get Leesh to put on this sweatshirt! She's freezing, but she's being stubborn...as per usual." Will winks at Alicia and grins, but they continue to stare at each other, contemplating what almost happened.

"You sure? There will be other games." Jerry says, obviously feeling guilty for interrupting whatever moment they claimed they weren't having.

"No, let's go. I think I'm done studying for the night, anyway. Plus, we're playing the demons, right? So, it's a big deal?" Alicia inquired.

Jerry and Will bursted out in laughter. Once Will finally caught his breath from laughing, he put his hand on Alicia's shoulder, "Leesh...you really don't pay attention to sports, do you? It's Duke. They're the Blue Devils."

Alicia just smiles and rolls her eyes, "Whatever, I was close!"

"Okay, let's head out." Will says and he goes to put his white gym shoes on.

"I'll go get the car. Meet you guys downstairs?" Jerry suggests.

"Sounds good, man. Thanks."

Alicia grabs her cardigan, but Will turns her around and grabs her cardigan.

"Do we really need to go through this, again? You're wearing the sweater. I will make Jerry wait and put that on you, myself."

"Fiiiiine. I'll wear the damn sweatshirt. Help me it on?" She cocked her head to the side, with a slight grin appearing on her face.

"Well, of course! I'm just glad you're not fighting me on this, anymore."

"Well, of course not. You might lunge at me, again!" They both let out hearty laughs and Alicia raised both arms above her head. He stepped closer, their hips almost touching. He stared into her eyes, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. He slipped the sweatshirt over her head. "Warm?" He asked.

"Yes, doctor. I'm perfect. Thank you."

"Yes, you are." Alicia was dazzled by the way he looked at her. She's never had a man look at her the way he does. As if they were the only two people on the planet—such love and adoration. It made her nervous, but excited.

"Let's go before we get distracted, again." She says sweetly.

"Good idea." He grabs her and they leave the apartment hand in hand.

They both knew he was never going to get this sweatshirt back.