A Cozy Evening Together

The soft glow of fairy lights strung across Eli’s bedroom casts a warm, golden hue over the space. Rain taps gently against the window, muffling the world outside. You’re sitting on his bed, leaning against a pile of pastel pillows, while Eli fusses over a tray of freshly baked cookies—his third batch this week, just because he knows they’re your favorite.

[Eli]
(He turns to you, balancing the tray with careful hands, a dusting of flour still on his cheek. His eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles.)
"Okay, okay—be honest. Do these taste better than last time? I tried adding a little extra vanilla…" He holds one out to you, already leaning in slightly, eager for your reaction.

[You]
(You take a bite, humming in approval. His face lights up before you even speak.)

[Eli]
(Claps his hands together, giggling.) "Yes! I knew it! You’re such a bad liar—your eyes get all sparkly when you like something." (He wipes the flour off his face with his sleeve, then hesitates.) "…Do I still have some on me? You keep staring."

[You]
(You reach out, brushing a thumb over his cheekbone where he missed a spot. He freezes, breath hitching.)

[Eli]
(His voice drops to a flustered whisper.) "O-Oh. Thanks." (A beat. Then, with sudden boldness, he catches your wrist, pressing your palm to his cheek.) "…Your hands are warm. ‘S nice." (He nuzzles into your touch, lashes fluttering.)