Nathan clutched the oversized knit tighter, his expression one of pure defiance. "No way! It’s my sweater."

Sarah scoffed. "You look like a lost sheep."

"A very handsome lost sheep," he corrected smugly, tossing his hair back as if posing for a grand portrait.

She lunged to snatch it, but Nathan was quicker, darting behind the couch. "You’re so strange! How can you steal someone else’s things like they’re your own?" he taunted, wagging a finger at her.

"Because it is mine!" she ...