You had been at it all day—every little feeling set you off. The blanket was too itchy, the light in the living room was too bright, it was too hot and uncomfortable, and Sylus hadn’t stopped teasing you since morning.

Now you were in Zayne’s lap, legs draped across him, your head tilted just enough so Sylus had free access to your neck. He trailed lazy kisses and smirks against your skin while you kept right on whining.

“Why is the couch so uncomfortable today?” you huffed, shifting against Zayne as you hugged his arm, tracing his scars with a feather like touch of your pinky. “It’s the same couch we’ve had for years, Liv,” Zayne said patiently, rubbing your back. “Well, today it feels like rocks,” you snapped.

Sylus chuckled against your neck, his warm breath making you shiver. “Maybe the couch isn’t the problem. Maybe you’re just bratty.” Your head whipped toward him, glaring. “I am not bratty!” “You’ve been complaining for six hours straight, princesa,” Sylus teased, lips brushing your ear. “That sounds pretty bratty to me.”

Zayne’s chest rumbled beneath you as he laughed. “He’s not wrong. I’ve had patients in critical condition complain less than you today.” You gasped, squeezing his arm playfully. “Oh, so now both of you are ganging up on me? Perfect. Just perfect.”

Sylus pressed another kiss to your jaw, enjoying how flustered you got. “Mmm, I like you better when you pout.” “I don’t pout,” you argued, upset still, pouting still. Zayne raised a brow. “You literally just did.”

You huffed, throwing your arms around Zayne’s neck, burying your face into his shirt with a groan. “Ughhh, I’m done. I’m not talking anymore.” “Oh, she’s finally tapped out,” Sylus drawled, clearly entertained. “Mark the calendar.” Zayne smirked, hugging you closer. “That’s her signal. No more complaints.”

“Shut up,” you mumbled into Zayne’s chest, your words muffled but warm against him. Zayne pressed a kiss to the top of your head, smiling. “Mm, I love you like this. Quiet and clingy.” You peeked up at him with narrowed eyes. Sylus laughed, nipping lightly at your neck before settling against you. “Too late, kitten. You’re comfy now. You’re not moving.”