Oversized Sweaters [complete]

I tugged the sleeves of my sweater to cover both of my hands, subconsciously as I walked into my dorm room. There was a boy, he looked a little older than me, sitting on the ledge, the same boy I saw earlier, reading his book. One of the windows at the back of the room was opened, letting the air in. It must be his...

Reality

"Ethan?" He doesn't look at me. "Hey," I say. "I'm sorry," he mumbles. Now I'm getting scared. "For?" I ask. Ethan shakes his head. "That. It wasn't supposed to happen." "The interruption or the kiss?" I ask, hoping he says the interruption. Ethan closed his eyes and ran his hand over his face. "The kiss."