She groaned. "Except your pants are upstairs and you can't exactly sneak out the back." She half gestured to her totally enclosed patio. Not to mention she was wearing his shirt. She kissed his throat as she peeled herself off him. "Hey, at least it's not my dad. He doesn't knock, remember." She groaned thickly and tugged her borrowed shirt down to cover her. "If you want, there's a sweatshirt on my dresser." The oversized Princeton shirt was soft with age and was the only thing big enough to fit him.
She shook her head at another loud knock. After shouting that she was coming, she looked back at him. "I'm sorry."
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Date: 2013-10-15 11:36 pm (UTC)She shook her head at another loud knock. After shouting that she was coming, she looked back at him. "I'm sorry."