Evan

It was a rainy day. You walked down the stairs into the living room, where Evan was sitting on the couch, watching a movie. You sat beside him and took a snack from his hand. He turned to you and raised an eyebrow. “You’re wearing my hoodie.” “Oh, it’s comfortable. Besides, I feel cold,” you said. “Oh, comfy?” He smiled. “Evan, what? Do you want to take it back?” “No, it’s fine. I like seeing you in it.” “You do?” “Of course, sweetheart. It satisfies some deep masculine urge to mark you as mine.” He winked. “Shut up.” You blushed and looked away. Evan chuckled before turning his attention back to the movie. After a moment, he looked at you again.