The TV screen flickered at the front of the cozy living room, casting a soft, shifting glow across the walls.
Brandon sat nestled comfortably on the smaller couch between Yverine and Dhayun.
Dhayun leaned into his right side and softly rested her head against his shoulder, her hair spilling over his arm as she watched the movie with heavy-lidded eyes.
Her breathing slowed and her body relaxed against him, and within moments, she drifted into a light sleep.
Brandon glanced down at her and a fond smile appeared on his lips as he adjusted his arm slightly, careful not to disturb her.
On his left, Yverine sat with her hands folded in her lap and Brandon's attention shifted to Yverine.
He leaned closer and his hand subtly slid under the hem of her tank top.
His fingers brushed against the smooth, toned skin of her abs, tracing the faint ridges of muscle with a gentle, teasing touch.
What? Yverine stiffened at first and her eyes widened as a flush crept up her cheeks.
