-Nathan-
Megan didn’t come downstairs until it was three in the afternoon. She still looked like crap, but at least she had showered and was dressed in sweats and a dark grey tank top, which barely contained her breasts. I rolled my eyes, about to tell her to cover up since we had security cameras inside. But as she walked past me on her way to the kitchen, I noticed her putting on my hoodie. She had been holding it in one hand. She didn’t zip it, but at least pulled it on before disappearing.
I sat frozen on the couch for a moment with my laptop in my lap, feeling... well, I wasn’t really sure what I was feeling. But I put my laptop down and got up from the couch, heading into the kitchen. There, I saw Megan sitting on one of the counter stools, half asleep, her head resting on the coun
