The house was dark when we got home, and Fabian walked in front of me, my right hand in his left. He switched on the lights, then walked further in, letting my hand go.
For some reason, my hand felt extremely cold, and I stood there, rubbing them together.
"Are you okay?" He suddenly asked, and I nodded, turning to him.
"Yes. I... I should fix something for us."
He looked me over. "In that dress?"
I looked down at myself, then shrugged. "Well... I don't think I have anything to change into."
He watched me for a second, then bit down on his lip. "You could change into one of mine."
I nodded. "I will be quick."
"Take your time," he whispered, and I nodded, then made my way upstairs. I changed into a robe first, glad to finally be out of the dress. I slowly walked to his closet.
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