“You areaskingto get ruined on every surface in this place,” he panted, pressing kisses to my jaw, my temple, my shoulder.
“And you said this was about simmering, not sex,” I gasped between giggles. “Liar.”
He groaned. “We are literally unwell.”
I sighed contentedly. “And we were left unsupervised.”
We shuffled back to the kitchen, still laughing, Callum wrapped around me from behind like he had no plans to let go. His chin rested on my shoulder, arms loose around my waist. Just as I reached to stir the sauce again, his phone buzzed on the counter.
Then again. And again.
The screen lit up with a flood of notifications, one after the other, a rapid cascade of messages too fast to be anything casual.
We both froze.
“Is that…” I started.
“Group chat,” he said, already reaching for it. “They’re active.”
I wiped my hands on a tea towel and leaned in as he opened the thread.
the greek olympics
Ivy
touch down
marco is already testing my will to live
Marco
I BOUGHT SNACKS!!!
Kimi
Airplane food does not count as snacks, mate.
Marco
How else was I expected to survive this flight with Miss Priss PR Princess?
Lucy
Y’all really didn’t need to add me to a group chat. Are we sure it’s a good idea??
Marco
Nope
Ivy
absolutely not
Kimi
Definitely not
Lucy
