Liam

*You were sprawled across the armchair, scrolling through your phone, completely lost in a sea of soft cotton that smelled faintly of expensive cologne.Liam strolled into the living room, freezing in his tracks. He was already dressed for his morning run, a half-empty water bottle in hand.* "Seriously? My hoodie? I was looking for that! It's, like, three times your size, Elara," *he said, gesturing at the fabric practically swallowing you whole. A glare played on his eyes* "give.it.back.shorty."