"What the fuck? Have you been doing drugs in my kitchen?" Enzo stormed through the door from the hallway and into the room, flour spilt over the floor and the work surfaces, smoke rising from the pan as Mason stood against the cooker and Luna perched on the work surface.
"Bro why is that your first thought?" Mason laughed, his eyes flicking between Luna and her brother.
"Because she's not right in the head," Luna playfully grinned, shaking her head at Enzo.
"What is this white powder?" He knelt on the floor, using his finger to scoop some up.
"It's called flour, mate. Generally used to make pancakes," Mason told him, smiling as he flipped the burning mess inside the pan. Enzo stood quiet for a second, watching his sisters admiring gaze on his own friend, her head resting against a cupboard as she sat comfortably. She couldn't help but focus on how gorgeous the footballer looked. His brunette hair messy from where he'd slept, his grey joggers balancing around his hips and a tight black T-shirt showing off his toned arms and tattoos.
"I'm going out for a bit, should be back for dinner," Enzo eventually spoke, grabbing his car keys from the table in the centre of the kitchen.
"Where are you going?" Luna asked inquisitively, lifting her head off the cupboard door.
"Just, out," Enzo shrugged.
"Out where?" Luna raised an eyebrow, watching her brother awkwardly shuffle towards the door.
"Meeting a friend for a coffee, apparently that's what these people do in London," He gestures to Mason, who was pouring a mis-shaped pancake onto a plate.
"You don't have friends, none that aren't currently in this house anyway," Luna further questioned.
"Oh for god sake Lu, he's obviously going to meet his booty call," Mason laughed.
"Ew gross, you better not be," Luna quickly interfered, her eyes pleading her brother to deny.
"She's not a booty call, unlike you two," He raised his middle finger playfully, before sticking his tongue out and leaving the room.
"Damn," Mason quietly giggled, feeling somewhat awkward at the statement.
"Who the hell is he meeting?!" Luna asked Mason.
"Dunno, babe," he shrugged, biting into his pancake as he placed Luna's down next to her. She couldn't help but feel her insides melt at the name he called her, along with the cute gesture of her breakfast, even if it was the most deformed pancake she had ever seen. "I imagine it's that chick he was with all last night at the club, Cora I think her name was. Pretty girl," Mason continued. Luna raised her eyes in his direction, noticing him already watching her, as though awaiting a reaction. She wasn't going to give him this, however. She had no right to care what opinions he had on other girls. She didn't care.
"Fair enough," Luna shrugged, finishing off her pancake. The two of them sat in silence for a moment, focusing on their food, and the emerging sounds from the other rooms in the house where the rest of the boys had stayed, telling them that they were beginning to awake. Mason jumped up from his seat at the table, heading to the sink with his empty plate, before walking to where Luna sat on the work surface and collecting hers.
"You've got sugar all round your lips, you donut," he smirked, his dimples perfectly imprinted between his freckled cheeks, and his stubbled jawline.
"Where?" Luna asked, licking her lips.
"Right there," Mason placed the plate back on the side, using his thumb to gently wipe the sugar from the corner of her mouth, his eyes watching her lips the entire time, as her eyes deeply watched him. He moved his gaze from her lips and back up to her eyes, a spark igniting within him as she melted also. His thumb lingered on her bottom lip, the footballer stepping slightly closer until his body rested between her legs which were dangled off the counter.
"Have you got it yet?" She quietly asked, his thumb held in place as his fingers tickled her cheek.
"Yeah, I got it," he whispered with a smirk.
"Then what are you doing?" Luna raised an eyebrow, fluttering her eyes into his as her heart thudded with his presence. He smiled, pulling himself closer into her as his hand travelled from the face, down to her collarbone, unable to stop himself as he leant forward and closed the gap between their lips. Luna was shocked, but couldn't help but smile into the kiss, her hands reaching up to his hair as the moment increased in an overwhelming passion.
"I'm showing you, that we're not just a booty call," He whispered against her lips, his hands now planted on her waist as he placed a gentle kiss on the tip of her nose.
