❝Why do always call me Cherry?❞
❝Because your lips taste like Cherries.❞
When teenage supervillain Havoc stands up to the head of the League of Villains, Colby Madden's family is forced to change their identities and relocate to a sleepy Texas subur...
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 quiet, the kind of quiet that made every creak and whisper sound louder than it should. Aveline stirred in the bed, her hair sprawled across the pillow, when she heard a faint shuffle on the stairs.
"Colby?" she whispered, eyes still half-closed.
"Yeah," he said softly, his voice a low rumble that sent warmth through her. "Someone's in the house. Let's get dressed, just in case."
With sleepy but urgent movements, they scrambled out of bed. Colby tugged his pants back on, and Aveline slipped into her shirt, the morning light from the streetlamps painting their movements in soft shadows. Their hands brushed a few times, sending tiny sparks of electricity through both of them, but neither of them said anything, too focused on moving quickly.
Once they were dressed, they climbed back into bed and pulled the blankets over them, the adrenaline slowly fading as the quiet returned. Colby grabbed the remote and flicked on the TV, letting the soft glow of the screen fill the room. They watched the movie in comfortable silence, shoulders brushing, occasional soft laughs shared.
After a while, the door opened gently. "Aveline? Colby? Just checking on you two," came Celia's warm, grandmotherly voice. She peeked in with a small smile, clearly not intending to intrude.
"We're fine, Grandma," Colby said, giving her a reassuring nod.
"Alright, just making sure. Sweet dreams," she said, leaving the door slightly ajar as she walked out, her presence fading but leaving a cozy warmth behind.
Colby turned to Aveline, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Hey... you've got a little something right here." He reached out and gently wiped it away, the touch lingering a second longer than necessary. "You did a really good job tonight... for your first time."
Aveline's cheeks flamed pink, a shy but satisfied smile on her lips. "It... it felt really good," she admitted softly, her voice low. "You tasted... good too."
Colby's lips curved into a small, knowing grin. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, lingering just enough to make her heart race. "I've gotta head out for a bit," he said. "But I'll meet you for ice cream later, okay?"
Aveline's eyes lit up, a playful grin tugging at her lips. "Don't be late," she teased.
"I won't," he said, leaning in close, his hands lightly brushing her shoulders. "One more kiss?"
She nodded, and he pressed his lips to hers softly, just long enough to make her smile. Then he slipped quietly out the window, the cool night air ruffling his hair. From outside, he blew her a quick kiss, which she caught and returned with a small laugh.
Aveline laid back on the bed, letting the warmth of their closeness linger, a faint blush on her cheeks. She couldn't stop smiling, replaying the gentle touches, the soft words, and the quiet intimacy of the night. It wasn't just the closeness—it was the feeling of being with someone who cared, who made her feel safe and cherished in every glance, every brush of skin.
