Zain POV
Scarlet’s notebook sits heavily in my hands, and as I flip through the pages, I realize just how thorough she’s been. After a few suggestions she began to redo her lists again more neatly apparently.
She hasn’t just scribbled a list of random fantasies like we had to start with; she’s created a detailed catalogue, complete with careful notes, explanations, and even little doodled hearts in the margins like she’s marking her favorite recipes.
She watches me from across the table, chin resting in her palm, eyes bright with amusement, but also curiosity. Liam has leaned forward, elbows planted firmly on the table, clearly delighted at the situation unfolding before him.
“All right,” I say dramatically, clearing my throat as I settle back in my chair, “let’s see what Scarlet has
