"It's too cold for that."
"Music. Then I'll grab you a shirt."
Okay, fine. It's a compromise of sorts. After all, those are his clothes. I don't have any right to them. Even if it's normal post-fuck behavior.
He has his own boundaries.
Or he's teasing me.
It's probably the latter.
I move to the dining table anyway. All this talk of electro-pop is giving me a serious Tegan and Sara craving.
I take a seat and open the laptop.
A lock screen pops up.
"This is password protected." Which is smart. But certainly another point in the he's teasing me column.
"Is it?" he calls from the bedroom.
"I'll wait for you."
"It's I Like Big Butts and I Cannot Lie."
"It is not." I check anyway.
He laughs as he moves into the main room. "I bet you tried it."
"I plead the fifth."
He tosses me a grey and pink The Last Ones to Know t-shirt and a pair of blue boxers.
I shoot him a curious look.
He arches a brow.
"You like metal and emo music?"
He laughs. "I have eclectic tastes."
"Uh-huh."
"Look me in the eyes and tell me you never pined after some broken lyricist."
"I plead the fifth." I pull the top over my head. The boxers under my towel. Then I lose said towel.
"You can strip in front of me." He slides into the chair next to mine.
"I know."
He slides the computer over, taps his password, pulls up a music streaming app. "Anything you want."
I go to my favorite Tegan and Sara album and hit play.
Acoustic guitar flows from the speakers.
He cocks a brow. "This is electric?"