Amelia was making tea in her oversized hoodie when Ellis walked into the dorm kitchen and leaned against the counter with a quiet smirk.“That’s my brother’s sweatshirt,” she said.Amelia froze, teabag halfway to the cup. “What?”“That hoodie. It used to be his… until I stole it. And then I gave it to you, because you were freezing one night while you were out at this party, Micah saw you shivering and I had already been drinking and couldn’t feel a thing, so I gave him the hoodie and he threw the hoodie around you.”Amelia stared down at the fabric, her fingers instinctively gripping the sleeves tighter. The hoodie suddenly felt heavier, warmer, as if it carried someone else’s heat in the lining.“Oh.” Her voice was too quiet, too careful.Ellis didn’t break eye contact. “You didn’t know?”She shook her head. “No, I—” But the truth tangled in her throat. No, she hadn’t known. Not exactly. Not officially. But something in her had always suspected the hoodie wasn’t just a random hand-m
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