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“Is that my shirt?” Freen squints at her from across the room, seated at the coffee table, reading a book.
Becky halts in her tracks and looks down at the shirt she is wearing. She has just finished her shower. It is indeed Freen’s shirt; she has a matching one from the GAP Yuri fan signing event. The only difference is, the shirt she is wearing has FREEN across the front.
She shrugs. “Yeah.”
There’s a pause. Then, “Is there a reason you’re wearing my shirt?”
“It was in the clean laundry pile.” Becky opens the refrigerator and pours herself a glass of juice. “And it has your name on it.”
Padding over to the coffee table, she sets the glass down and plops herself next to the older woman. “Do you want me to change?”
Freen smiles crookedly. “No, I like when you wear my clothes. You look good.” She returns to her book, pushing her round glasses up her nose.
Becky hums lazily in agreement. She looks damn good in Freen’s clothes.
As she leans into Freen’s side, she thinks she looks good in her arms as well.