you love chris. you love him, and he loves you. you met him when he and his brothers first moved to LA, became friends, and then lovers. you’ve met his parents, plus nate and justin, and you’ve seen their hometown. definitely safe to say you two are locked down.

you were there when he started his brand; fresh love, and you’ve helped him with a lot of designs whenever he needs help with brainstorming for new drops.

so, despite having your own apartment, you find yourself spending a lot of nights at the triplets’ house with chris. even if you two aren’t doing much… sleeping.

tonight is one of those nights — sleeping over, that is. while going through his bottom dressser drawer (which he dedicated to keeping your stuff since you’re over so often), you realize all the clothes you keep here are dirty.

you could steal one of his shirts, but a box near his bed with the words ‘fresh love’ printed on it catches your eye. you assume it’s the designs for the new drop, which you particularly liked, so you open the box and find a tee that’s just oversized enough on you, putting it on.

this wasn’t even meant to tease him. you left your underwear on, but no pants or shorts because it’s more comfortable that way. and then chris walks out of the bathroom, talking to nate on facetime before his eyes land on you, widening slightly as you sit on his bed, your focus on your phone.

“yeah— shit, i gotta go. see ya-”

he forces out, ending the call with nate, his eyes still on you. guess seeing you in his brand really does something to him.