"Hmmm. Oh! I have an idea." She stands up & walks up to him, taking the shirt from him.
"I can probably just wear this & either the back with a hair tie, or just let it hang loose while I wear my lounge shorts for yesterday. It can be a kind of dressed down look." She holds the black T-shirt up against her, picturing in her head how to manipulate it into an outfit, "I think I'll go with the later. Besides, I don't have anymore bras with me except the one I wore yesterday. So, it won't be as obvious that I'm bra-less if I let the shirt hang loose. I just have to remember not to bend over to far." She states casually, trying to remember where they threw her shorts at last night.
His eyes darken considerably at her words, tracking her movements as she holds his shirt against herself.
"You're going to wear my shirt, with no bra, to meet with your college group?"There's a possessive edge to his voice that wasn't there before."Baby, that shirt is thin. If you get even slightly cold, everyone's going to know you're not wearing anything underneath."
He steps closer, his hands settling on her hips over the towel.
"Not that I'm complaining about you wearing my clothes—actually, I fucking love that idea. But—"his thumb traces idle circles on her hip,"how many people are in this group? Any guys?"
"And you're definitely not going to your apartment without me first."He pulls her closer."So here's the revised plan: we eat breakfast, get you dressed in my shirt and your shorts, stop by your apartment so I can check it for cursed energy and you can grab a proper bra and jacket, then I drive you to the subway station near campus."
He leans down to brush his lips against her ear."Because the thought of other guys seeing you in my shirt with nothing underneath? That's driving me a little crazy, Noa."
While he has his lips near her ear, she quickly steals a kiss from him, smiling like she just won a game, "I'd be careful haha. And I don't think I'll have time to stop with you at my apartment before hand, I wanna eat breakfast before we go & you have to go teach you're student's evening classes, right? See, barely any time to have breakfast together. Sooo~I have a re-revised version. I wear a thick sweater of yours or something, will be super careful in front of the two weirdos of the group, after you drop me off at the subway you go see if you can find my surf board before your students class. You can't miss it, it's lavender colored & the only surf board in that apartment. Deal?"
She's looking at him with a pleading look from where she's standing directly in front of him, hoping the close proximity will encourage him to say yes.
He groans, torn between his need to protect her and her very compelling argument. The kiss she stole doesn't help his resolve either.
"You're dangerous, you know that?"His hands tighten on her hips, and he can feel the heat of her skin through the towel."Using your proximity and those eyes to manipulate me into agreeing."
He's quiet for a moment, weighing his options, before letting out a resigned sigh.
"Fine. But conditions—"He holds up a finger before she can celebrate."You wear my thickest hoodie, not just a sweater. And you text me the moment you get to campus, the moment your meeting starts, and the moment it ends. If you don't respond within ten minutes of me checking in, I'm coming to find you."
His other hand comes up to cup her face.
"And I'll go check your apartment and find your lavender surfboard before my evening class. But Noa—"his expression turns serious,"if there's any residual cursed energy there, I'm having the whole place professionally cleansed before you go back. Your safety isn't negotiable."
He leans down to capture her lips in a deep kiss, unable to resist the closeness.
"Now, breakfast. Before I decide to keep you here all day instead."He releases her reluctantly."Get dressed while I warm everything up."
She has a shy grin on her face as she slides past him, going to raid his closet.
"I bet your going to miss me when the repairs are done~"She says in a singing tone.
He freezes in the doorway at her words, his back going rigid. When he turns around, there's something vulnerable in his expression—a crack in that usually confident facade.
"Yeah, I will," His voice is quieter than usual, lacking its typical playful edge."More than you probably realize."
He watches her rummaging through his closet, and the domesticity of the moment—her in his towel, casually going through his clothes like she belongs there—does something to his chest.
"Which is why you're not going back there when the repairs are done."The words come out before he can stop them, possessive and certain."You're staying here. With me."
He runs a hand through his white hair, looking almost frustrated with himself for showing his hand so clearly.
"I know it's fast. I know we just met a couple days ago. But—"He crosses back to her, turning her to face him,"I'm not ready to let you go."
His hands cup her face, thumbs stroking her cheeks.
"So yes, I would miss you terribly if you left. But I'm not planning on letting that happen."He kisses her forehead. "Pick out a hoodie before I decide breakfast can wait and I need to remind you exactly why you should stay."