Smiling at the little heart you drew in the mirror, you walk out of the steaming bathroom and head towards Charlotte's room in your shirt and boxers. You're glad that you spend so much time over here so you already had a few extra clothes lying around instead of having to wear one of Charlotte's clothes. Not that you would mind, but you know she'd post it on her story and you'd never hear the end of it from your friends.

Charlotte's lying on her bed in a sort of French girl pose when you open the door, and you can't help the huge grin that breaks out on your face when you see that she has on your sweater. You roll your eyes and jump in bed with her, smothering her face with dozens of kisses as her hand playfully slaps your ass.

"Don't even think about asking for it back, by the way." she whispers in your ear, grabbing your leg and wrapping it around her waist. "It's mine now."

"Oh, yeah?" you snort.

"Mhm." she replies, and your eyes flutter shut in bliss as she starts playing with your damp hair. She kisses your nose and sighs. "Your hair is so soft. I'm almost jealous."