I lay on Liam's chest, his arms wrapped around my waist. "What did we just do?" he asks.

"I don't know," I shrug. "But we should do it more often."

I find him shaking his head, and looking away from me. If I'm not losing my mind, I think he's actually blushing. "You're cute." I kiss the tip of his nose, and get up.

"What're you doing?" he asks, resting his hands underneath his head.

"Well, since you ruined my dress," I go into his closet, "I'm stealing your clothes."

I rummage through, finding a t-shirt, and a pair of sweatpants that I've seen him wear a lot. "Or..." I feel him come up behind me, "You can stay a little while longer."

Liam throws the clothes onto the floor, and I laugh, turning around. "No, I have to get back to my dorm, and you need to let me change." I start to push him out of the closet.

"Nothing I haven't seen before," he just has to say.

"Funny." As I go to wear his clothes, I find three polaroid pictures fallen onto the hardwood floor- three pictures of us.