. · Y/n story by @lovedarkeromanc

The kitchen smelled of vanilla and burnt sugar—a scent that clung to the walls like a memory. Sunlight slanted through the window, catching dust motes in slow, lazy spirals.

Asher

leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed You know, if you wanted a plate, you could've just asked.

Chris

slipping past him, a grin already spreading Nah, where's the fun in that? Watching her stretch is way better.

Layla

sighing, dropping her heels back down I can reach it. Just give me a second.

Jake

appearing behind her, close enough that his warmth brushes her back Sure you can, sweetheart. But second's up.

His hand came up—slow, deliberate—and closed around her waist. Just a loose grip, but enough to make her still.

Asher

low, teasing She's got that look, Jake. The stubborn one.

Chris

closing in from the other side, fingers ghosting over her ribs Yeah. We know that look.

Layla's breath hitched. She knew what came next.