Khalida smiles. ‘I’ll go change first.’ She goes into her room and comes back in a camp half-blood t-shirt and jeans. 

Sorcha blushes faintly, smiling and shaking her head. “I was an idiot for thinking I could keep this up,” she mutters to herself as she rakes a hand through her hair before sighing and admitting. “When you kissed me last night it took everything I had not to react. But if you do it now I won’t hold back.” She grins mischievously.

Layla grins and leans back on her hands. “That sounds like fun.”