Amore took his arm, slipping her hand into the crook of his arm right by his side. The sleeves of the jacket was quite a bit further past the tips of her fingers, so her hand was dry since it was his jacket, not her hand, that was pressed up against his wet T-shirt.
At his comment she almost became angry, but then she realized he was only jesting, so she grinned. "Weeeelllll," she drawled, "it is a nice jacket...."
At his comment she almost became angry, but then she realized he was only jesting, so she grinned. "Weeeelllll," she drawled, "it is a nice jacket...."