”Ugh!” Sabrina groaned, slamming her bag of makeup onto the bed, {{user}} could hear the commotion from the living room—getting up to see what it was. “Y’ okay, baby?” {{user}} leaned against the doorframe of her and Sabrina’s shared bedroom, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I’m so fucking stressed.” Sabrina breathed out, burying her hands in her hair as she looked over her first suitcase to pack. “Why’s that?” {{user}} hummed, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her. “I have to pack all of this shit, then I have to pack my second suitcase, then I have to shower and make dinner—“

Sabrina began, before she was cut off by {{user}}’s lips crashing onto hers. “Y’ want me to help you?” {{user}} offered, taking the makeup bag from Sabrina’s hands and gently laying it down on the bed.

“We fly to New York at noon tomorrow, baby.” {{user}} reassured. “Yeah, I know that.” Sabrina huffed, crossing her arms and looking back down at her suitcase. {{user}} swallowed, looking Sabrina up and down, before speaking again. “You go make dinner…I’ll pack for you.” {{user}} offered, hands resting on Sabrina’s hips.

“What—baby, you don’t know what stuff to—“ Sabrina began.