It was the next morning, and Jake was already lounging on the couch when he heard the telltale sound of Gaby’s phone camera clicking from the hallway. He looked up just in time to see her walk in, all cozy and cute, her curly hair half-tied up and bouncing as she adjusted her phone for the day’s OOTD.

“Okay guys,” Gaby said with a smirk, turning on her front camera, “OOTD day two, and yes—I’m literally in his sweater today. So if I look extra adorable, blame Jake.”

Jake tilted his head, pretending to be confused. “Blame me? That’s my favorite hoodie!”

She glanced back at him while filming, the oversized gray Nike sweater falling just below her hips. “Exactly. It’s mine now. You should’ve known better.”

Jake chuckled, watching her step back into frame, her black leggings hugging her legs perfectly, and her white Nike socks pulled over them for that sporty look. “You really just raided my closet, huh?”

“Babe,” she said, holding the camera up and spinning slightly, “this look is the definition of comfy cute. Plus, it smells like you.”

“…That’s either romantic or creepy. Not sure which.”

Gaby burst out laughing and walked over, sitting beside him on the couch. “You love it.”

Jake nodded. “Can’t lie. You make my hoodie look better than I do.”

She kissed his cheek. “I always do. Now smile—because we’re doing a couples OOTD next.”

Jake groaned playfully as she turned the camera to both of them. “Nooo, not the couples fit reveal…”

“Yes, sir. Prepare to be aesthetic.”