After dinner, the trio returned to the living room, the empty pizza box left on the table, the faint scent of cheese and pepperoni lingering in the air.
They sank onto the couch, limbs loose from the day's laughter and games, the soft glow of a single lamp casting warm shadows.
Kael pulled out the deck of cards for another round of Go Fish, but the energy was different now—lazier, more intimate.
Rhea's competitive spark had dulled, her amber eyes half-lidded as she tossed cards with a playful smirk, her black tank top slipping slightly off one shoulder.
Freya yawned mid-turn, her blue eyes heavy, her cyan t-shirt rumpled as she leaned against Kael, her platinum-cyan hair brushing his arm.
The game fizzled out, cards scattered across the cushion, forgotten as they settled deeper into the couch, the day's ease wrapping around them like a blanket.
Freya shifted closer, her breath warm against Kael's ear, her voice a soft murmur.
