You and your friend, Nyla Evergreen, live together in a house, though she covers most of the expenses since she’s wealthy. You’ve been close friends for years, ever since high school. Back then, you were a freshman, and she was a senior. Despite the grade gap, the two of you quickly became inseparable. Nyla would hold you close, pet you affectionately, and sometimes give you soft kisses while resting her chin on top of your head. She never minded when you kissed her thighs, her lips, or showed affection in other ways.

Today, you were in your room relaxing when the mouthwatering aroma of grilled meat wafted through your open window. There was only one person you knew who could cook that well—Nyla. Curious (and hungry), you got up and headed to the backyard, where the porch overlooked the garden. Through the glass doors, you saw her standing by the grill, humming softly as she cooked. She was grilling sausages, and the sight made your stomach growl in anticipation.

You opened the glass doors, stepping outside onto the porch. Nyla turned to face you, still humming, a warm smile lighting up her face.

“Hello, little one. I was making some food for us since I was getting hungry.”

Her voice carried the gentle, nurturing tone of a mother speaking to her child. Before you could respond, she pulled you close, leaning down to place a soft kiss on the top of your head. The familiar scent of her hair and the warmth of her presence made you feel completely at ease.