3. T-Shirts
"I can't believe you did that to me."
Adrian laughed. "Come on, Sage. It's not a big deal."
Sydney looked down at her blouse, now soaked through, sticking to her skin. She pulled it away from her, grimacing. "I'm going to have to go back to school and change."
"What?" Adrian dropped his sponge into the bucket next to the Mustang. "Don't be stupid. It'll dry."
"With what sun?" it was a cloudy day, and Sydney was already starting to feel the effects of the dampness chilling her skin. She shivered.
"I'll give you a shirt," he said, brushing past her and to the door of his apartment. She looked back down at her blouse and sighed heavily, before resting her sponge on the rim of the bucket and following Adrian into the house. She heard it fall into the water with a splash behind her.
"I should have just washed the car myself," Sydney grumbled, following him through the living room and past the kitchen. "You clearly have no respect for that car and -"
"Sage," Adrian said from the other room, "shut up."
She grumbled and crossed her arms. He came back from his room with long sleeved dark blue shirt and handed it to her. She turned and headed to the bathroom and quickly slipped her blouse off and Adrian's shirt on. It was too big for her, so she rolled up the arms several times, but there was nothing to be done about the length. It came to a stop just about her knees, almost as long as her skirt.
She went back to the living room, where Adrian was laying back on the couch, throwing something in the air.
"I look ridiculous."
Adrian's head turned to look at her lazily, and he sat up slowly. When he spoke, his voice sounded constricted. "No, you don't."
Sydney felt suddenly self-conscious. "What?"
"Nothing," he said, locking eyes with her. "I just like seeing you in my shirt, is all."
Later, when Sydney had showered, she looked at herself in the mirror and remembered the way Adrian had looked at her and the way his shirt had felt on her body. It had been too big for her. For once, she hadn't felt like the elephant in the room compared to likes of Jill, who was easily, painfully skinny. And it was stupid. But it meant more to her than she could say.
Legs bare, she slipped on Adrian's shirt again and crawled into bed, curling up in a ball of his musky scent.