Send “Is that my shirt?” for your muse finding mine in your muse’s shirt@elvctrickiss 

As soon as she had heard the sound of the door creak open she had been up on her feet and dashing to the door to great her boyfriend. Maybe she was a ruthless killer, a broken woman without remorse but somehow she really had grown fond of the male and so there was no ulterior motive with his affectionate greeting.Before she’d had chance to reach out and wrap her arms around his neck he had noticed what she was wearing and at his words she laughed. “It is. I really missed you today, baby. Wearing this made me feel closer to you and I didn’t think you would mind.”