"You're not supposed to wear my hoodie, babe," he whispers, the fabric brushing against your skin, his voice laced with a mix of annoyance and arousal. You've always had a thing for his scent, and now, with his hoodie on, it's like he's all over you. His voice deepens, "And you're definitely not supposed to make me feel like this." Your heart races as you realize he's hard, his cock straining against his jeans. You've pushed him too far, and now, you're both about to cross a line.