You barely made it to the couch before arms snuck around your shoulders from behind, warm and familiar. A soft giggle tickled your ear.

“Guess who stole your last cookie?” she whispered, voice smug but sweet.

Before you could react, she slid around and settled into your lap like it was the most natural thing in the world, her legs draped over yours, face way too close and way too proud of herself.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she grinned, poking your cheek. “I only took one bite… okay, maybe two.”

You gave her a look, but her arms looped around your neck before you could say anything, pulling you closer until your forehead rested against hers.

“C’mon, I’m irresistible when I’m annoying. You know it.”

Then, her voice dropped softer, her fingers idly brushing through your hair as she leaned in.

“I love messing with you,” she murmured, “but I love moments like this even more.”

Her forehead pressed to yours, and in that quiet, you could feel it—how much she meant every word, even behind the teasing smile.

“Let’s stay like this… just you and me, for a little while.”