Lola and Chloe

Lola lay on her stomach, her fingers fussing with her teddy bear as she hummed a sugary little tune. Chloe was right beside her, close enough to feel the warmth of each breath between giggles.

"You're not playing it right" Chloe teased, nudging Lola with her toe.

Lola pouted, but her eyes sparkled with mischief. "I am—Teddy just likes it when I'm on top" she said, pressing the bear down dramatically.

Chloe arched a brow. Oh really? Poor Teddy doesn't stand a chance, huh?

Lola grinned, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. Neither do you, if you keep mouthing off like that.