It was extremely rare that Sonny left a shirt behind after your nightly activities. Last time he left a shirt, it was one he wore under his flannel and then used it to clean you up. He was just gonna throw it out but you offered to clean it for him. It was one of your days when you didn’t have much to do but tidy up your apartment. You had gone to the bathroom to put a few things in there and didn’t expect the male is be sitting on your couch.
“Jesus, Sonny. Do you not know how to knock? Do you always just barge into people’s houses?” You said as you shook your head and organized the small pile of magazines on your side table.
“Is that my shirt?” Sonny asked with a raised brow. You looked down and bit your lip.
“Yeah. Sorry. I just grabbed it and didn’t realize it was yours. Do you want it back?” You asked the blond that shook his head.
“Nah. Plus, it looks much better on you than me. Hell, it’s better on the floor than you…” Sonny smirked as you moved to straddle him.
“Really? You think it looks better on the floor?” You said as you played with them hem of the shirt. Sonny chuckled as he placed kisses on your neck before looking away long enough to pull the shirt over your head.