•Imagines and Stuff•

sweater •kyle simmons•

Being the best friend [and recently proclaimed girlfriend] of Kyle Simmons had its ups and its downs.

One of the ups being his sweaters. The big sweaters and well to the middle of your thigh, and smelled strongly of his cologne.

You found yourself in one of these said jumpers, one adorning a cat with a Native American headdress. You lay on your bed, which had been empty the past few months due to your boyfriend's absence. Your mind wandered, not focused on the current novel you were reading.

He said he would be back tonight. Where is he? It's well past midnight, is everything alright?

The thoughts continued to swirl, and your fingers tugged on your sloppy bun, causing more pieces to fall loose.

It was probably another hour before you heard the front door open and heavy footsteps accompany a large plop of what could be assumed as luggage.

Your ears perked, and you through the book that had lost your attention onto the bed.

It was mere seconds before you slammed yourself into the chest of the mustached man, who smelt strongly of the cologne that faded away from the sweaters you had worn.

"Hello, kitten." He huskily said, wrapping his long arms around you.

You squeaked a response, nuzzling yourself into his chest. He kissed your head, and pulled away enough to move his lips to yours.

"Missed you. Missed you so much." He punctuated with more kisses, moving his heavily accessorised hands under your shirt.

"Missed you more," you sighed,"let's get to bed, yeah?"

With a lot of help, Kyle got down into his boxers and joined you in the once empty bed.

The book you had abandoned found its way to the night stand as you to moulded together. Your head pressed to his chest, listening to the steady thumping of his heart. His arm swung around you, and chin rested on your head.

It wasn't long until you found him asleep, hand rested under the sweater that used to be worn by himself.