Opening the bathroom door, with the sound of the flushing toilet penetrating the bedroom, he walked to where his hoodie and coat were, preparing to leave. A look of surprise fell on his face. “Where’s my hoodie?” He mumbled, looking about the surrounding floor but it was nowhere to be found. Turning around, he saw his girlfriend wearing it.
“I need that.”
“But I’ll miss your smell.”
“Shut that Twitter shit up. You like tall bearded guys yet here my 5’7 shaven ass is. I’m not getting sick for you.”
She let out a fake cry then handed it to him.