Imagine… Montgomery giving you his shirt
“All good?” Montgomery leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom you had been in for the past twenty minutes, desperately trying to get your top beer free after a very drunk Charlie St-George spilled his entire bottle on you.
Sighing, you dropped the towel on the side of the sink and turned to look at the jock. “I hate Charlie.”
“I don’t.” He grinned looking at your now completely sheer top. He never missed a chance to check you out. Typical Montgomery de la Cruz. You rolled your eyes at him and glanced down at the fabric sticking to your body. What were you supposed to do now? There was no way you were heading back to the party like this. Great, your night was ruined because of Charlie’s clumsiness. “Put this on.” Montgomery handed you his plaid shirt.
“You sure?”
His grin got wider. “Just avoid Charlie because if he spills anything on this, you’re spending the night in your bra.”
“You wish.”
“Damn right I do, sweetheart.” He winked at you before leaving you to change. No one missed your new outfit when you headed back downstairs and you didn’t miss the huge smirk on Montgomery’s face when you sat next to him on the couch. “Looking good, (Y/L/N).”
“Thanks for saving the night, de la Cruz.”
“Anytime.”
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