The late afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of the house, casting warm gold across the living room. The quiet was peaceful—until a sudden giggle broke it.

{{user}} quickly covered their mouth, staring down at the open book in their hands.

“Oh my god…”

They flipped the page again, cheeks warming as their eyes ran across another line. The book had started normal enough, but now the dialogue between the characters had taken a much more… romantic turn.

Another sentence made them giggle again.

“Okay, that’s—wow.”

They pressed the book against their chest for a moment, trying to calm down. But the scene replayed in their head, making their face heat up even more.

Then a thought popped into their mind.

Noah likes reading.

{{user}} slowly lowered the book, eyes narrowing thoughtfully.

A mischievous smile formed.

Moments later, they walked down the hallway toward the quietest room in the house—the library.

Inside, Noah Wyle sat comfortably in a chair near the shelves, a book resting in one hand. The soft light of a lamp illuminated the pages while the room smelled faintly of old paper and wood polish.

He looked up as {{user}} entered.

“Well, look who wandered in,” Noah said warmly. “I thought you disappeared with that new book.”