You patter into our tiny shared room, and the steamy shower follows you in. You've used the men's deodorant that we were gifted in our care packages the first day on campus; I can smell it under the almost acrid fumes of Pantene coming off of your hair. Your towel is green and shows off your legs. It probably needs washed...We never do our laundry. A cocktail of comfort and want swirls in my chest, but I turn back to my book. An instant later your cold lips are on my shoulder.

That was decent but this is a bit better:

You patter into our tiny shared room, and the steam from the shower follows you in. You've used the men's deodorant that we were gifted in our care packages the first day on campus; I can smell it under the almost acrid fumes of Pantene coming off of your hair. A green towel is wrapped around your chest and shows off your legs, but it looks stiff and unwashed...we never do our laundry. A cocktail of comfort and want swirls in my chest, but I turn back to my book. An instant later your cold lips are on my bare shoulder.