"Is that my shirt?" Amanda asked, coming home late for the 5th night in a row from work. The blonde was absolutely exhausted and just wanted to get in bed. She saw Chase in what she thought was her shirt and blushed, she loved it when the brunette wore her clothes
Looking up from her spot on the couch, Chase glanced down at the long sleeved shirt that sat comfortably around her frame. With a smile, she shrugged and glanced back up at her girlfriend. “Mine were all dirty,” she lied, knowing she often wore the detective’s shirts and such when she had been missing her company.











