Emma Scott

Let's do something really fucking crazy and trust each other.

Wait here._ I ran back up to my room to grab his blue-and-black plaid flannel shirt, still in my possession. Back on the porch, I handed it over. __y shirt. I forgot you had it._ __t__ __y_ shirt. You need to go home tonight and sleep in it. I made the mistake of washing it and now it doesn__ smell like you anymore._ He turned the shirt over and over in his hand, laughing and shaking his head. __nd I want it back first thing in the morning. You read me?