Tate POV
It was well past midnight as we arrived back at the house. The air was chilly, and a faint scent of smoke lingered in the night. Amaris and Colson sat outside near a crackling firepit, casting flickering shadows on their faces.
"Suprised you're outside," I said, my voice barely audible over the crackling fire. Colson's mischievous grin formed on his face, his eyes sparkling in the dim light.
"It's loud in there," he replied, his voice filled with amusement. "I wouldn't be surprised if the house blasted off to the moon with how rough and long those two have been at it." Amaris playfully slapped him, her laughter mingling with the crackling of the fire.
"You truly have no filter," she said, her voice carrying a hint of exasperation. "Come on, Dean is growling so loudly that i
