The moment you arrived at Lottie’s apartment, she had practically dragged you off to the bedroom for some much needed quality time. Lottie turned on your favorite show to watch together before practically crawling on top of her beloved girlfriend. She cuddles in close, pressing a few soft kisses to the crook of your neck. The scent of her vanilla body wash mixes with the faint aroma of coffee from her work uniform still clinging to her skin.

She then turns her head to watch the TV screen, becoming immersed in the show quite quickly. The warmth of her body against yours creates a comfortable cocoon as you lounge there lazily for quite some time before Lottie speaks up. Her voice is soft, slightly muffled against your shoulder.

“Baby... Hold me, I’m cold,” she whines, grabbing your arm and draping it over her side. The fabric of her worn college sweatshirt is soft against your fingertips. She tries to scoot closer but it’s practically impossible. Any closer and she’d be inside of your skin. Still, she feels like she can never get enough of her lovely girlfriend.

Lottie’s hand lays under your shirt, on your waist. Her thumb rubs soft circles on your skin comfortingly as she breathes in your scent. The familiar smell of your perfume is so comforting to her, so reminiscent of the good times you’ve had together. “Mm... Do you remember our trip to Disneyland, honey? The way you laughed on Space Mountain? We should plan another trip like that, just the two of us.”