You’re sprawled on Wade’s battered couch, trying to focus on the movie playing quietly in the background, but Wade’s relentless commentary isn’t making it easy.

“You seriously think that was a good idea?” he mutters, voice thick with mock disbelief.

You roll your eyes. “Can you just shut up for one second?”

Before he can fire back, you lean in and press a quick kiss to his lips — not sweet, not slow, just enough to silence him.

Except it doesn’t work.

Wade pulls back, eyebrow cocked, that mischievous grin spreading across his scarred face.

“You’re gonna have to do better than that, pretty girl,” he teases, voice low and playful.

You groan, trying to push him away, but he’s already closing the distance again, hands resting lightly on your hips.

“Not even close,” he whispers.

Your cheeks heat up as he leans in again, smirking. This time, there’s no stopping him.

The kiss deepens, teasing and testing, and you realize you might have just started a game you don’t want to end.