Sweater Weather

Sinking

Use the sleeves on my sweater, let's have an adventure
Head in the clouds , but my gravity centers
Touching my neck, and I'll touch yours
You and those little high wasted shorts, oooooh

The lyrics we're playing over the car speakers. Listening to the words Dream was mesmerized.

It's too cold, for you here
And now so let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

Pulling up too a red light he closed his eyes. The thought of George there with him. In the cold. This song playing. Everything seems perfect. Holding Georges hands in the holes of his sweater was the most comforting thought on the planet.

His daydream ended with the honk of the horn of the car behind him signifying that the light was green.

And if I may just take your breath away
I don't mind if there's not much to say

Thinking of George took his breath away

The goosebumps start to chase, the minute that my left hand meets your waist
Then I watch your face, put my finger on your tongue cause you love the taste

Dream was bright red. All of these lyrics sinking into him. His heart beating rapidly. It was like his body absorbed the song.

Pulling into the store the parking lot, the last pieces of the song faded away. He checked his face in the mirror on his sun visor. Bright red. He was so embarrassed that these thoughts filled his brain but he also loved it. The comfort that it brought him was the most comforting experience he's had in a long time. All because of George.

Walking into the store and buying his groceries, the song came to his mind. It's all he could think about. Pulling out his phone he immediately added it to his playlist. He was at the store for around 45 just getting the necessities.

Getting back in his car he plugged his phone back into the aux. Yellow by Coldplay, Heatwaves by the glass animals (sorry i had to lmao), and as he's pulling up to his house he hears the beginning beat of that song once again. He could've just gotten out of his car and ignored the feeling. But he didn't want to. It was so welcoming. So comforting. So loving.

He rested his forehead on the steering wheel and softly hummed the parts of the song he knew. Closing his eyes he let the words sink into him filling every inch of his body. Despite the weather, the feelings made him warm.

As the song faded away, the feelings didn't. He popped open his trunk and grabbed the groceries bringing them into the house. After putting them away he walked up the stairs to his bedroom and sat back in the chair in front of his monitor.

His phone is ringing

George was calling him...