The apartment smelled faintly of lavender—Y/N’s body wash lingered in the air, and Ethan’s nostrils flared slightly as he leaned closer.
“You smell… so good,” he murmured, voice low, playful. “Mind if I… borrow some?”
Y/N froze mid-step. “Borrow… what?”
He smirked mischievously, pressing closer under the pretense of sniffing her hair. “Your… body wash,” he said, his nose brushing against her shoulder, lingering a little too long.
Y/N felt a flutter of nerves. His teasing always got to her, and she knew exactly how to act innocent—but her heart betrayed her with every glance.
Before she could protest, Ethan leaned down slightly, a sharp tickle pressing against the side of her chest.
“Ow!” she squeaked, feeling something unexpected against her right breast.
He froze for a moment, looking up at her with a naughty, knowing smile. “Did I… hurt you?” he asked innocently.
Y/N’s cheeks flared bright red. “Yes! You’re… you’re… being too rough!” she scolded, pushing him gently away, though her hands trembled slightly from embarrassment.
Ethan, standing back just a little, had that same naughty glint in his eyes that always drove her wild. “Sorry, baby… I didn’t mean to… hurt you that much,” he murmured softly.
Y/N looked down for a moment, and her eyes widened. A dark red mark had appeared on her chest—exactly where he’d pressed, leaving a clear reminder of his teasing.
“You… you really went too far!” she exclaimed, half-shouting, half-pouting, pressing her hand against her chest.
Ethan chuckled softly, reaching for her hand and brushing it gently. “I said I’m sorry, baby. I’ll… be more careful next time. I promise,” he whispered, his eyes softening while the playful smile lingered.
Y/N crossed her arms, still blushing furiously. “You… you’re impossible.”
“And yet,” he said, lowering his voice, “you like it.”
Y/N’s breath caught. She didn’t answer. She did like it—he had a way of being so possessive, so teasing, yet gentle when it mattered. The mark on her chest, the way he looked at her… it was all part of the game they had been playing since childhood.
“I… I need a shower,” she muttered, still flustered, but she knew he wasn’t going to leave it alone.
“Good idea,” he said with a grin. “I’ll wait… and maybe… supervise.”
Y/N groaned, covering her face with her hands, but deep down, she felt that flutter of warmth again. No matter how much he teased, how possessive he was… she wouldn’t have it any other way.
