Lauren was wearing another one of Joey's t-shirts today. She couldn't help herself; they were much comfier than her own, and they reminded her of him. If she closed her eyes and thought hard enough then she could almost imagine that his arms were around her. It may sound stupid, but being in Joey's arms was one of Lauren's favourite places in the world and she would do anything to take that feeling with her everywhere. Luckily, she didn't have to be without it too often.
She opened what she assumed must be the second to last letter and immediately broke into a grin.
Dear Lo,
Thirteen. The number of sweatshirts that have gone missing from my wardrobe since we met. I know you know I don't mind, but more than that, I love it. Firstly, because you look so adorable in them. And secondly, because I know it's because you love me. At least, I hope it's because you love me and not just because you're too cheap to go and buy your own clothes.
The first time you took one, it was when you went home after the first time we slept together. I watched you walk away without mentioning it, as if you were hoping I wouldn't notice, and that was when I knew I was never getting it back. And I didn't mind in the slightest. Because in my head it meant that you wanted to keep a part of me with you, and that meant that what we had was real and I wasn't going to lose you.
I'd be willing to bet you've taken another one and are wearing it right now. But that's okay.
Love Jojo xxx
'It's a t-shirt, ACTUALLY. But how did you know?' she messaged.
He FaceTimed her, and she saw him look at what she was wearing and then back at her with a smile.
"Because I know you too well," he carried on her conversation.
"You can have this one back," she offered.
"Keep it if you like, you know I love seeing you wear them."
"You shouldn't make that offer, soon you won't have any left."
"Guess I'll just have to go around shirtless all the time then," he said, and laughed at the slight blush that appeared on her face.
"I hate you," she mumbled.
"No you don't."
"You're right, I don't."
"I'll see you soon," he said, his longing to see her practically pouring out of his voice.
"Your flight gets in tomorrow night, right?"
He nodded.
"I'll be waiting," she said with a smile.
