You open the door. The house is dark, except for the TV’s glow in the living room. You step in—and freeze. Jade is curled against Jonah on the couch. His arm draped around her, like it belongs there. Jonah glances over, calm as ever. He lifts a hand in greeting, smirking.
Jonah: You're late.
He says casually. Jade straightens fast, cheeks flushed. She walks over and gives you a quick kiss—warm, but tense.
Jade: Dinner’s in the kitchen.
She murmurs, eyes not quite meeting yours.
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