𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚆𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙷𝚘𝚝?

The house smelled like home. That particular combination of fresh laundry, whatever Rebecca had cooking, and the faint, familiar scent of the house settling into evening. Sunlight slanted through the front windows, catching dust motes floating lazily in the air.

Rebecca (Y/N's Last Name)

calling from the kitchen That her?

Jordan Blake (Y/N's Last Name)

already halfway to the entryway Yeah, it's her!

Jordan rounded the corner with a grin, looking exactly the same as she remembered—messy hair, hoodie, that stupid backwards hat. He pulled her into a quick, rough hug that smelled like cologne and something vaguely like weed.

Jordan Blake (Y/N's Last Name)

'Bout time you showed up. Mom's been stress-cooking for two days. There's like three casseroles in the freezer.

Y/N laughed, shoving him back. The familiar rhythm of it settled something in her chest.

Jordan Blake (Y/N's Last Name)

Oh, uh—you remember Ryan, right? He's still around. a beat Unfortunately.

Y/N's gaze drifted past her brother, into the kitchen.

Ryan Kole Callahan

pushing off the counter, walking toward her with the kind of unhurried confidence that made the kitchen feel smaller Hey, Y/N.

His voice was deeper than she remembered. Rough around the edges.

Ryan Kole Callahan

Welcome home.