Chase had left early in the morning, even though he hated mornings, to go create some content with the Hype House members who were around. You had opted to stay in the comfort of Chase’s bed, buried under his covers with your face pressed into his pillow.
It was freezing in the house for some reason, someone must have randomly turned up the air conditioning as a prank. Sadly, the individual rooms of the mansion didn’t have their own thermostats.
You pull the covers tighter around your body, you were only in an oversized t-shirt as it was the middle of summer. The cold air of the room seeps through the duvet and your thin t-shirt, chilling you to the bone.
There was no use trekking out into the hallway to change the temperature, they would just hange it back. So you slide out of Chase’s bed, covers still wrapped tightly around you. You wince as your bare feet touch the cold tile floor or the bathroom. The closet was connected to the bathroom and not the bedroom for some reason.
You flick on the light switch, squinting your eyes as the bright light invades your vision. Chase had black out curtains in his room so even though it was 9 o’clock and plenty bright, you hadn’t actually been exposed to it.
Draped across the back of a chair in his closer was his favorite black hoodie, the ones with the spikes around the rim of the hood. He wore it constantly, barely letting it go through the wash, and when he did he got it dry cleaned as to not destroy it. Surprisingly, despite the sharp, protruding pieces of metal it was quite comfortable.
You drop the covers to the ground, shivering even more, and slide the soft material of the t-shirt up over your head. You toss the shirt into the dirty laundry hamper that was overflowing, why did Chase always have to me so messy?? Your fingers pull the hoodie from the back of the chair and you pull the cotton hoodie over your head. It reaches to your mid-thigh. You tug the hood up over your head, the fabric catching on the bottom of your messy bun and you pull it free.
You grab a pair of fuzzy socks from a drawer and slide them onto your feet before pulling the black duvet from the floor and wrapping it around yourself again. You flick off the light and shuffle back to the inviting warmth of your boyfriends king size bed.
Feeling warmer already, you drift off to sleep.
You are awoken by the soft beep of the digital lock on Chase’s door, the door swings open and your boyfriend appears. His hair, disheveled. He stiffles a yawn and smiles when he spots your still half asleep form.
Chase wanders over into the bathroom, pulling off his dirty clothes on the way and leaving them in his wake. His shirt, belt, socks, jeans, and multiple pieces of jewelry. You hear him shuffling around in the closet, opening and closing door and drawers before he yells, “Where is my hoodie?”
You giggle from under the covers, slightly more awake now.
Chase goes silent for a few seconds then the covers are ripped from around you and your body is exposed to the freezing cold air of the room.
“What the hell, Chase!?” You screech, jumping up to attempt to pull the covers back around yourself.
“I knew it!” He says triumphantly and gestures to your body which was covered by his hoodie.
“Awww, Lil Huddy doen’t have his hoodie,” you retort when he wraps his arms around you, preventing you from being able to be warm and cocooned again.
He laughs, and presses a kiss to the top of your head, covered by the black fabric of his hoodie, “The only reason I’m not demanding my baby back is because you look so damn good in it.”
You roll your eyes but tip your face up to kiss him
The two of you spend the rest of the day bundled up in the mound of blankets watching Netflix, you still in Chase’s hoodie, even after the air conditioning goes back to normal.
