You emerge from your shared bedroom in your shared apartment to see Conrad tidying the kitchen, straightening up a few things. He stops in his tracks when he sees you. The breath leaves his lungs for just a moment. He steps towards you.

"Are you wearing my shirt?" He asked. You yawned and wiped the sleep from your eyes, stretching a bit. A t-shirt of his is draped over your body, which just so happened to be your favorite sleep shirt.

"This?" you ask him seemingly clueless.

"Yes," he said. "That's my favorite shirt," he scoffs in a flirtatious manner. "Well, I like to sleep in it," you said, stepping forward yourself. "It smells like you, and it's comforting." You admitted.

"That is so sweet." He said softly, his eyes trailed down to your lips. The sight of you in his clothes turned him on. He reached towards your face, caressing your soft cheek before kissing you, softly. slowly.

You pull away after a moment, fighting back a smile. "It's also really comfortable," you said softly. "Oh yeah?" he cooed. "Yes," you replied tenderly. "Well, I think it looks amazing on you," he said, kissing you again. "But," He continued, his soft hands finding their way underneath his t-shirt and slowly up your lower back. With your lips embraced, he continued raising his hands until they reached your chest.

You smiled into the kiss, raising your arms. He pulled back ever so slightly. He slid his shirt up and off your body, leaving it on the floor.

"I think it looks better there than on you or me." He said, looking down at his shirt, his eyes quickly trailing back to your body illuminated in the soft morning glow of the sun reaching through the curtains. You looked gorgeous to him. he stared at you.

"What?" you asked innocently. he was less than a few inches from your face, his eyes scanning every detail of your features slowly, admiring each one. "You are so beautiful," he said in an exhale. you melted at his compliment, flushed.