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"I'll remind you that you were shirtless before I beat you, Dawson Grace." She settled in, clearly under the assumption that he would now have to carry her back to the building like a princess. "If I had beaten you shirtless, that would have been reward enough."

Her head rested on his shoulder, and she turned to watch the dorm building loom closer ahead. It felt so warm and content to be here. Like a happy little lie.

"I'd offer to buy you some shirts, but I feel like anything I bought you, you'd get all uppity because it wouldn't be your style. And if I walk into a lumberjack store - I mean, I assume that's where those shirts come from - I might get stolen away by some lovesick lumberjack and carried off into the forest to live like Tarzan and Jane. And I am no Jane."

She was mixing her genres. And she gave zero ******** about it.

She placed one hand against her forehead, and tried, tried not to point out that Hawaiian shirts were even worse-

"Hawaiian shirts are even worse." But she couldn't. "If I were dressing you, I'd put you in a color block henley, they're baseball shirts, with the different color long sleeve? Mmmf. The moment a guy wears one of those I can't sit still around him. And I'd probably get you a few button downs, and crew shirts, but I know you wouldn't wear them unless you had to go to a wedding or a funeral. It's okay, I'd still rather see you in a baseball shirt."

She squeezed his arms with both hands. "They accentuate your arms, you can show off that you've been working out without having to show off skin. Though you'd look adorable in a sleeveless cut-off too."

He'd gotten her talking about fashion.. it would be difficult to get her to stop.

"Really.."

As they disappeared into the dorms, Maebe fell silent, as she began to plan the attack of the massive wardrobe gifting.

She suddenly decided against buying more than one or two shirts.. because she realized she would end up making him look too good, and another girl would steal his heart. She wasn't ready for that.

She would never be ready for that.

But she damn well wasn't going to help it along, either.

"I'll buy you a shirt or two." She promised. "Some other time."