You’d been counting down to this weekend all week.

It wasn’t long-distance, not really, but the hour-long drive between your places made spontaneous hangouts a little tricky. So when you and Drew planned that you’d come stay from Friday to Sunday, it felt like such a thing. Not just a sleepover—a whole weekend. Your first one.

You pulled up to his place just after six, your overnight bag packed like you were moving in—comfy clothes, skincare, snacks you knew he liked, and even your favorite hoodie he always stole. As you got to his door, heart racing just a bit, he was already opening it, like he’d been waiting the second he got your “here” text.

And there he was—barefoot in sweats, hoodie sleeves pushed up, hair a little messy. His smile broke the moment he saw you.

“Hi,” he said, grinning as he leaned in and kissed you, hands already tugging you inside. “I missed you.”

“You saw me on Tuesday,” you laughed, letting him take your bag.

“Yeah. That’s, like, three whole days ago.” He tossed your bag gently by the couch and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Come here.”

You melted into him instantly, your arms around his neck as he held you close, swaying you a little like there was music playing.

“You brought the hoodie I like?” he mumbled against your hair, feeling the softness in the crook of your neck.

“Maybe,” you smirked, “I also brought snacks. And fuzzy socks. And my shampoo, because your 2-in-1 is a crime.”

Drew pulled back to look at you, eyes lighting up. “God, I love when you stay.” He grabbed your hand, tugging you toward the kitchen. “Let’s make dinner and do absolutely nothing for the rest of the weekend.”

“Perfect,” you said, grinning.

Because for once, you didn’t have to rush home.