"True love. Great lighting. And zero escape."
Ava woke up to the scent of tangerine shampoo and bare skin tangled in a blanket. Ryan's arm was slung over her waist, his breath warm against the back of her neck. It was the kind of morning that whispered stay.
She rolled over slowly, blinking at his still-sleepy expression.
"You're staring," he said, voice thick with sleep.
"You drooled on my shoulder," she replied.
"It was territorial."
They kissed lazily, limbs heavy with afterglow and absolutely zero intention of leaving bed—until Mei barged in with the force of a human caffeine shot.
"Audition clothes, now!"
Ava blinked. "What?"
Mei dropped a hanger holding a pale pink dress on the bed. "A producer from Love Seoul: The K-Dating Experience just contacted me. They're looking for couples to do a special guest audition to boost ratings."
Ryan groaned into the pillow. "That's not even a sentence I understand."
