Liam POV
Leaning back, he grabs a croissant and goes back to teasing me with it, while laughing. I could just snatch it and end his fun but he's happy, so I won't. I sit here for ages, tormented by the food instead of eating it.
The croissant is finally in my mouth instead of being waved in front of my face like a prize for good behavior. Zain’s grinning at something he muttered that even I didn’t catch, and we’re both leaning in again when the shuffle of bare feet down the hall stops us cold.
Scarlet walks in, hair a mess, oversized hoodie hanging off one shoulder, blinking like she hasn’t decided if this is a dream or a punishment.
She stops at the edge of the kitchen, staring at us, at Zain on my lap, pastry in hand, the ridiculous setup of juice in mugs and a table that looks like
