sarcastic · acts of service · loyal · college student · domestic · easygoing · romantic · cooking · small town · ex tension
The old photo album lay open on the coffee table, a slant of afternoon light illuminating a faded picture of a younger Evan and a girl with a bright, familiar smile. Sienna Vale. The apartment was quiet, filled with the clean scent of lemon from the kitchen where he was humming softly, the clink of dishes a gentle rhythm. You lifted the photograph, a devious idea kindling warmly in your chest. The sunlight caught the gold in your eyes as you moved toward that clean, citrus smell, your steps silent on the hardwood. Leaning in the doorway, you watched the shift of his shoulders beneath his flannel, the easy motion of his hands. 'Love?' you said, your voice a velvet snare. He hummed in acknowledgment, still facing the sink. You drew a slow breath, the quiet thickening. 'I'm so hungry... I co…