Miley Cyrus Imagines (gxg)

you wear her shirt

The breeze coming through the window awoke you from your peaceful sleep. Miley laid beside you, still fast asleep and obviously content with the cool breeze coming in the room. You have to admit that the bedroom was a little warm when you both went to sleep just an hour or two ago, but the air outside was cooler than usual and your shirt and the blanket around you were no longer enough to keep you warm.

A shiver rushed down your shoulder blades when you pushed the blanket away. You rubbed your arms to try to warm yourself up but it didn't do much good.

You made sure that you were careful as you got out of bed so you wouldn't wake your tired girlfriend. Tiptoeing to the closet, you started to go through your clothes. You didn't find much that would really keep you warm tonight, but that wasn't a problem because you soon saw Miley's sweater hanging up.

The fuzzy black sweater hung perfectly on the hanger until you pulled it off. You pulled your old shirt off and slipped Miley's sweater over your head and let it fall to your thighs. You couldn't help but close your eyes and hum quietly to yourself when you realized that it smelled like Miley!

Your heart was already beating a little faster than it was before, and even more swift upon feeling Miley hug you from behind. Arms going around you, face buried in your neck, lips pressing to your skin, and her warm and minty breath fanning against your skin all caused your smile to grow.

"What are you doing up?" You asked.

"I woke up and saw that it was after two in the morning. I don't like waking up without you by my side. I sure am happy I'm awake though because this is a sight I wouldn't wanna miss." She hummed. "You look adorable in my sweater."

A soft breath fell from your lips when her lips brushed behind your ear and then at the shell of your ear before trailing down to your neck again. "I am so in love with you."

You turned around and let your forehead fall against hers. Closing your eyes, you relished the warmth that her arms and the sweater both provided you. "I'm in love with you, too."

She took your hand and led you back to bed. Crawling in beside you, she pulled you against her chest and closed her eyes. "Sweet dreams, baby."

"Sweet dreams, Miley. Goodnight." You whispered softly as you closed your eyes too, and soon drifted off to sleep, feeling much warmer now than you did before.