(Credit/inspiration: @night__readers on Instagram 𐙚)

You were having a sleepover at your best friend Lex's place; you all had gone to a beach, so you took a shower before you all could go there.

Once you were done showering, you wrapped the towel around you and walked into Lex's room.

You unzipped your bag to pull out a night shirt — all of you would be going to the beach on the next day so you were going to sleep in Lex's room for the night.

But you realized that you forgot to pack one. Great.

"Do you have any spare shirts?" You asked her, turning around.

"No. But, uhh... my older brother does," she responded with a shrug of her own.

You sighed. "That'll work."

"Alright, I'll be right back." She walked out and returned in seconds before handing you a black shirt. "Here." She smiled.

"Thanks," you said, mirroring her smile, and disappeared into the bathroom.

Once you've changed, you opened the bathroom door, and bumped into someone.

You looked up. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry."

It was Logan — Lex's older brother. He was twenty-five while my best friend and I were twenty years old.

He glanced down at you, an amused smile playing on his lips. "It's alright." Then he gazed at the shirt you were wearing. "Is that mine?"

You laughed nervously. "Yeah... sorry. Your sister gave it to me."

He smirked, leaning in slightly closer. "Well, I don't mind. Looks better on you anyway, princess."