“is this just your grand master plan to get me to take off my clothes again? Because if that’s the case, we’re gonna have to talk about this at some point you’re always finding some excuses to strip me when you could just you know.” He spoke rolling his eyes, “Ask nicely.”
“I’m not asking you to strip oh my God the water thing was a complete accident. I swear on my life!” I exasperated but he didn’t seem convinced.
“Sure Yesoh, but I can dress myself you know.” He grumbled, watching as I rummaged through his closet.
“Clearly that isn’t the case, if my memory serves me right you went outside in a storm wearing nothing but a hoodie.” I reminded him.
“In my defense that hoodie was surprisingly warm.”
“it doesn’t matter how warm it was it was irresponsible and that’s the reason why I am in charge now.” I corrected, “You’ll thank me later.”
I reached for a navy scarf in the back, everything was so organized. What man was this put together? It was almostintimidating. Everything was set in rows of colour and garment. “Jesus you’re so meticulous.” I huffed, “Have you ever worn this?”
“That scarf was from a shoot so no,” I informed him.
“Exactly what I thought.” I scoffed, then turned to face him with my hands on my hips. “You should totally let me go shopping in your closet someday There’s lots of stuff I could probably fit in here.”
“Ok.” He said plainly.
“I was joking by the way.” I blushed.
“You don’t have to be.” He sighed, “Bae does it all the time and she doesn’t even ask so you could just line up right behind her, or in front of her. Pretty soon you will get the first choice on all that’s mine.”
“I don’t think Bae would very much like being pushed aside.” I cleared my throat nervously.
“Oh never pushed aside just made to take the backseat, so you can sit up front beside me.” He explained, then glanced away.
He sighed but didn’t argue as I picked out a pair of fleece-lined gloves and his heaviest coat. I could feel his gaze on me as I worked, but when I turned around, he quickly looked away.
“Alright, stand up,” I said, motioning for him to move.
“I don’t need—”
“Stand. Up.”
He rolled his eyes but obeyed, towering over me as usual. I picked up the sweater and held it out to him. “Arms up,” I ordered.
“I’ll have you know that this is mortifying.” He commented.
“Oh suck it up.” I sighed.
Muttering something under his breath about how bossy I was, he raised his arms, and I slipped the sweater over his head. His hair stuck up in all directions when he emerged, and I couldn’t help but laugh as I tried to smooth it down.
“Now for the scarf,” I said, wrapping it around his neck carefully. My fingers brushed against his skin as I adjusted it, and I felt a sudden warmth rise to my cheeks. I stepped back quickly, trying to shake it off.
“Is this really a necessity?” Wynter asked, his voice softer now.
“Yes,” I said, ignoring the fluttering in my chest. “You’ll freeze without it.”
“You bloody Americans, who think the New York winter is the worst thing you’ve ever experienced are yet to set foot in London in December.” He complained.
“Call me American one more time.” I threatened.
“I get the sense I probably should not….” He replied.
“Bingo.”
I leaned in to tuck the ends of the scarf into his coat just as Bae’s voice rang out from the doorway.
