EMMY

I pull the hoodie I'm wearing a little tighter around me and bury my nose in the fabric. The fresh scent of the detergent envelops me, and I close my eyes for a moment, thinking back to last night.

Asher gave me the jacket for the walk back, as the temperature outside had dropped again. It doesn't smell like him, but since it's his laundry detergent, that smell always sticks with him, which makes me associate it with Asher.

I could really get used to wearing his clothes.

It also reminds me of the feeling of being in his arms, which yesterday I wished would never end.

A little...