“Damn it, Naomi, I thought you saw me toss it.”
“Right, yeah, I did. I just caught it with my face.”
He laughed, that low timbre heating me up inside out, and I scrambled to put the sweatshirt on. To dive into Michael's clothes again. It was the same one I wore before, and it hung off me in awkward angles.
“You look adorable.”
“Yes, adorable was what I was hoping for in your behemoth-sized hoodie.”
“Well done then,” he said, smiling back at me as he took a step closer.
“It’ll probably smell like beer when you get it back.”
“Ah, well, thank god I have a washer.”
“Yeah, that’s good news.” I gulped when the tips of his toes almost touched mine. Was this his quirk? Did he always stand this close to people or was it amething? I wanted it to be a me thing very much. He wore just a t-shirt that clung to his impressive chest, and he too, was chilled. His nipples strained against the fabric.
“Um, aren’t you cold?”
“I’m alright.”
“Your nipples seem to differ.”
“Checking out my boobs, Fletcher?” he asked, grinning. He ran his hands over his pecs a few times.
“They were right there. I couldn’t help it.”
“That, I understand.” He cleared his throat and lifted a hand to my face, his fingers pushing some of my wet hair behind my ear. My knees wobbled at how soft his touch was. Ilovedfeeling his hands on me.
“This is probably my fault, by the way,” he said, his voice quiet.
“What is?”
“The beer getting spilled on you.” He removed his hand and took a step back, and I wanted to stomp my feet and pout about it.
“Wait, how is this your fault?”
“The way you looked in the jersey. I had some inappropriate—”
“Anyone in there?” A loud fist boomed on the door, making me jump a foot in the air. Michael tensed too and unlocked the door, ushering us both out as a mom with three young kids entered.
“Seriously? Can’t you wait to hook up later? Some people who actually have kids need this bathroom!” she said, making me feel as small as an ant.
“We weren’t hooking up! I got beer—”
“She doesn’t care. Just let her be,” Michael said, his mouth right next to my ear. He put a hand on my shoulder and pointed to our left. “Gift shop. I’ll let you lead, but be careful.”
“Yes, sir.”
I wove through people, but my mind was on what he was about to say before that mom interrupted us. He had some inappropriate… what? Thoughts about the way I looked? Did that mean he liked how I looked?
Did I care?
Oh, my god, this was exhausting.
After a full minute of dodging people, we arrived at the gift shop. It smelled like new clothing and popcorn, which was welcome after being in a bathroom. I glanced around the store and stopped when I found nice thick sweatshirts. That was what I wanted.
I pulled a bright orange one off the hanger and held it up. “Got it.”
