MAYA.
I couldn't believe I'd agreed to this! Andrew's offer to lend me clothes in the comfort of his room had seemed innocent enough, but now I was regretting my decision. My voice had betrayed me, nodding in agreement before my brain could protest. I followed him, my heart racing with every step.
As we entered his room, Andrew rummaged through his closet, producing a pair of grey sweatpants and a white hoodie.
"This should fit," he said with a smile, handing me the clothes. I took them, my fingers brushing against his. The brief touch sent shivers down my spine.
In a moment of weakness, I brought the clothes to my nose, inhaling the scent. Andrew's hoodie smelled unmistakably like him – a mix of fresh laundry and his signature cologne. I felt a flutter in my chest, but quickly pushed the feeling aside.
"Don't worry, it's clean," Andrew teased, chuckling at my gesture. I settled for a hasty "Oh okay," not wanting to reveal my true thoughts.