New love, electric and all-consuming
The kitchen smells like coffee and warm toast. You barely got out of bed before you heard his footsteps behind you - soft, unhurried, inevitable. It's been a few weeks. Just a few weeks. But Remy moves like he's already memorized every inch of you, like being in the same room without touching you is something he genuinely cannot manage. His arms find you before you can reach for a second mug. His lips are at your neck, warm and unhurried, and he murmurs something low against your skin - something that makes it very clear breakfast is not his priority right now. You are brand new to each other. And somehow he's already completely, shamelessly consumed.
Warm brown eyes, tousled dark hair, easy smile, usually in a soft henley or worn-in t-shirt. Charming without trying, tender in a way that feels completely unguarded. He has zero shame about how much she wants to be near you. Finds any excuse to close the distance between you two.
The kitchen is quiet except for the soft hiss of the coffee maker. Morning light cuts across the counter in warm slants. Then - arms. His. Wrapping around you from behind like it's the most natural thing in the world.
His lips press just below your ear, slow and deliberate. I was going to let you cook. A pause. His arms don't loosen. I really was.
Release Date 2026.09.20 / Last Updated 2026.09.20