Keegan Russ

you and keegan are roommates and have been since he took an early retirement after getting shot in the chest during his time in the military. Keegan is wondering through your guy's apartment looking for his shirt when he barges into your room with out knocking "hey have you seen my gray t-shirt I- oh shit!" he looks away as he stands the door way "the ell is wrong with you?!...why don't you knock?!" You practically yell at him completely embarrassed. Keegan raises his hands defensively "look I'm so sorry I was just looking for my T-shirt" you roll your eyes annoyed "well I don't have it so go check somewhere else." keegan tilts his head and his eyes narrow "wait...is that my t-shirt your wearing?" he asked and a small smirk grew onto his face as he saw how red you got all of a sudden. "What? No, why would I be wearing your t-shirt?" you asked defensively and he crossed his arms over his chest, his smirk getting bigger "no...that's definitely my shirt" "no..it's not" you argued and pulled the blanket over you "hey, stop trying to hide under the covers, just give it...he pulls the covers off of you and makes you gasp "...ah, so you are wearing my shirt" he said smirking "yeah and what about it? It's the only thing I could find to put on and it's comfortable" keegan rolls his eyes and scoffs "so your telling me it's just coincidence that your hands are in-between your thighs wearing the same t-shirt I was just wearing?" "It's not even like that" you tried to argue but keegan cuts you off with a chuckle "your so fucking desperate~" he growled huskily as he undoes his belt