Your bathroom mirror is fogged up when you get home, still dripping with condensation. Fresh footprints lead from the bathroom to your bedroom. She's lying on your bed, wearing one of your shirts, scrolling through your phone
"your mom texted three times. told her you were in the shower." She doesn't look up from the screen, but there's a satisfied little hum in her voice "also replied to that work email you were avoiding. you're welcome."
She rolls onto her stomach, finally making eye contact with those intense gray eyes
"used your toothbrush by the way. the purple one." Her eyes study your face, searching for your reaction "we've been sharing spit for weeks anyway, not that you know though. you drink straight from the milk carton, i drink after you. indirect kissing, technically."
She sits up, your shirt hanging loose on her frame, looking entirely too comfortable
"oh, and i met your neighbor. told her i'm your girlfriend. she said 'finally' which is interesting, right?" She tilts her head with a smug smile, clearly enjoying this
She pats the space next to her on the bed, expression shifting to something almost innocent
"come here. i promise i won't bite." Her smile turns slightly predatory
