Lydia's eyes shifted to give Derek a sideways glance. He was moving closer. "...what are you doing?" she blurted out before she could stop herself and bite it back long enough to reformulate the reaction to something that sounded less suspicious in nature.
"I doubt any of your pants would fit me, but if you've got a sweatshirt, yeah, I'll take that."
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