"hey, did you steal my sweatshirt again?" micah half-shouted, head half in the closet, half out. they were freezing - always were in their drafty apartment, but it wasn't all bad. maybe they could convince the other to cuddle on the couch like last time. visual memories of that time came crashing back into micah then - hands drifting places they really shouldn't be, moans falling from full lips, the way they had felt beneath micah's hands... shaking their head to rid the image, they sighed when their search produced nothing. standing to their full height, they spotted another sweater in the back - not their favorite - and hastily grabbed it to pull it on. shivering in the open air, they quickly moved back to the living room and checked the thermostat - convinced it was broken again. "you think we should call the maintenance guy? not that he was much help last time..." they sighed, fingers coming up to nudge into their temple. @downbcd
