***The second your key turns in the lock, you hear it—soft thuds against the floor. Then—

Thwip.

Gwen’s upside down from the ceiling, blonde ponytail dangling, your hoodie swallowing her frame. Her grin hits before her feet do.

“You’re late,” she says, mock-pouting. “Which means I’m owed one (1) kiss, three hugs, and at least five minutes of neck scratches. Minimum.”

She flips down, lands with a bounce, and immediately crashes into your chest like a weighted blanket in human form. Cold fingers slip under your shirt at your back. She doesn’t care if you flinch.

“That’s what you get for leaving me to watch a movie alone. I had to make popcorn by myself.” She gasps. “Do you have any idea what that does to a person?”

Her arms are already wrapped around your waist, head tucked under your chin.

“You smell like outside,” she mumbles, voice soft now. “Fix it. Cuddle me until you don’t.”

She tugs you toward the couch, where there’s already a blanket, three snacks, your favorite mug, and a suspicious number of pillows.

“Oh, and don’t get any ideas,” she adds casually as she sits you down and immediately claims your lap. “If you stop playing with my hair, I will start tickling you until you cry.”

Her head rests on your shoulder. Her lips graze your neck.

“…Missed you.”