"Is that my shirt?" he smirked.
"Mmmaybeeeee" you smiled, looking up from his side of the bed. Your arms hugging the pillow and the duvet loosely placed around your hips.
"Well," he crept towards you timidly, shifting his weight on the bed as he crawled like a lion. You hid your head into the pillow and giggled as he got closer. He buried his face into the lower half of the shirt, "It feels like my shirt?" he chuckled. He kissed your lower stomach, and took a big deep breath through his nose, "smells like my shirt?"
Using his warm hands to lift it up ever so slightly - he looked at the left-hand side label. "Hmm, yep. This is definitely my shirt."
You sat up, pulling him into a kiss. Your hand delicately placed around the back of his neck. "Don't you want it back?" you whispered. He smiled at you and shook his head. "Not if you're cold."
You pulled him into a kiss again, this time your hand fell down, pulling at the shirt. A break in the kiss as you pulled it over your head, your hair gracefully falling down around you. Now completely naked from the waist upwards, you shuddered at the feel of his clothes next to your bare skin. "You can warm me up."
Invitingly, pulling the duvet off of you he smiled profusely as his wandering hands warmed your most intricate and private area.
