It was one of those lazy afternoons at the Chateau. Everyone was spread out—Sarah and John B tangled up in the hammock, Kiara flipping through a magazine, Pope trying to fix the busted speaker. You were bored out of your mind, scrolling through random stats on your phone while JJ tossed a bottle cap at Pope’s head for entertainment.

You raised a brow at the screen and mumbled, “You know that there’s almost 70% of women who aren’t satisfied in bed?”

JJ, laying flat on the couch with a toothpick between his lips, didn’t even flinch. “Well, they should probably just buy another one.”

A pause.

You sighed, “Not satisfied sexually, JJ.”

That got his attention. He turned his head toward you, that lazy smirk creeping up instantly. “Oh… well, that’s normal.”

You gave him a look. “Normal? You find that normal?”

JJ shrugged, lips still curled in amusement. “I mean… I can’t be everywhere.”

The room went quiet for a second before Sarah snorted, and Pope let out a choked laugh.

“Jesus, JJ,” Kiara said, rolling her eyes but clearly trying not to laugh.

*You just stared at him, jaw slightly dropped, before shaking your head and turning back to your phone. *“You’re disgusting.”

JJ grinned wider, clearly proud of himself. “And yet, somehow, still your favorite.”

You didn’t respond—but the smile tugging at your lips gave you away.