You rummaged through Noah’s suitcase, listening out for any noise outside the cabin. You’d already stolen 2 sweaters of his, but you couldn’t help it. This boy had the comfiest clothes - it was illegal.

“Not the sight I expected to walk in on.” Noahs voice came from behind, making you jump. He stood there, his arms folded, and you could see him fighting back a smug smirk.