You’d been counting the days to that weekend since Monday.

It wasn’t exactly long-distance… but college had sent you to another city, and the nearly two-hour drive between you and Shane turned every visit into a small event. So when you agreed you’d stay from Friday to Sunday at his place, it felt like more than just spending the night.

It was a whole weekend.

Your first one.

You pulled up outside his house just after six, your trunk packed like you were moving in — backpack, overnight bag, comfy pajamas, skincare, snacks you knew he liked — and, of course, the hoodie he always stole.

When you got out of the car and headed for the door, your heart sped up a little. You barely had time to ring the bell.

Shane opened it first.

Barefoot, in sweats, hoodie sleeves pushed up, hair messy like he’d spent all afternoon thinking about you.

And when he saw you…

His smile came instantly.

“Finally,” he murmured, already pulling you in and kissing you like he had to make sure you were real. “I’ve been counting the minutes.”

“Drama,” you laughed, letting him take your bag. “We talked last night.”

“Not the same thing,” he shot back, dropping it near the couch before wrapping his arms around your waist. “Come here.”

You melted into him immediately, arms around his neck as he swayed you slightly, like there was music only the two of you could hear.

“You brought the hoodie I like,” he mumbled into your hair, breathing you in like that alone could fix the distance.

“Maybe,” you teased, “and I brought chocolate, fuzzy socks, and my shampoo. Because your two-in-one is a crime.”

Shane pulled back just to look at you, eyes lighting up.

“God, I love when you come stay,” he said, completely honest. He grabbed your hand and tugged you toward the kitchen. “Let’s make something to eat and not leave the house until Sunday.”

“Perfect,” you grinned.

Because this time…

…you didn’t have to rush back to another city.