|| Aurora (Phoebe) ||

Dean steps out of the bathroom, dressed in one of my big t-shi-ts and male bo-xers,,, I love slee-ping in them.

He enters my room and shut the door,,, he looked down at the clothes with a frown.

“You don’t like the clothes?” I asked him.

“Whose shi-t is this?” He asked me back.

“Mine”

“Yours?”

“Yeah!”

He pas-s me a look that says “I don’t believe you”. He sits on my be-d with a cute pout, ma-king my mind race back to the dream I had this afternoon.

I shake that thought off my mind.

“What did you make your face like that? You don’t...