Hoodies - Cassidy

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You walked outside to where you knew Cassidy was sitting, and so you sat on his lap and plucked the cigarette from his lips as he smirked at you and tilted his head slightly.

"Is that my hoodie?" He asked, running his fingers over the soft burgundy sleeve while you took a drag from the cigarette.

"Yeah," you breathed out, words mixed with smoke. "You got a problem with that?"

"Not at all, love," he said, pressing a soft kiss to your neck. "Not at all."

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