The warm clatter of dishes and running water echoed through the kitchen as Izan rinsed a glass and handed it to Olivia, who wiped it dry with a towel. The mood was light and comfortable.
She bumped his hip gently with hers as he leaned forward to grab another plate.
"Careful, Hernández," Olivia teased, grinning.
"You splash me again, and you're getting dish duty for the rest of the week."
"I thought this was dish duty," Izan laughed, flicking a droplet her way anyway.
She rolled her eyes but was smiling as she took the next plate from him.
The two stood side by side, shoulder to shoulder, lost in the easy rhythm of shared silence.
As the last plate was stacked into the rack, Izan leaned closer, nudging her nose with his.
"You know, I think we've earned a bit of time to just—"
"Kiss?" Olivia asked innocently, already leaning in.
"Cuddle," Izan whispered, right before his lips brushed hers.
Buzz-Buzz.
His phone lit up on the counter. Both of them froze.
