You were lounging on his couch, flipping lazily through your phone, a piece of gum tucked between your teeth as you popped and stretched it just to annoy him. Wade sat on the armrest beside you, half out of his suit, his arm casually slung across the back of the couch like he hadn’t been watching your mouth for the last five minutes.

Pop.

Another smirk from you.

Another twitch from him.

“Are you seriously gonna make me beg for a piece?” he asked, cocking a brow. “C’mon, share. I’m charming. I deserve gum.”

You let the strip of gum hang from your tongue a little, grinning. “I think you’d rather steal it from my mouth.”

That pause.

His eyes dragged over your lips. Slow. Intentional.

“Bold of you to assume,” he murmured, leaning in like it was all a joke—until it wasn’t.

He hovered there, breath mixing with yours, eyes burning. “Say it again,” he whispered. “Just so I have an excuse.”

You rolled the gum back with your tongue, smirk still intact. “Steal it then, Wilson.”

And he did.

Mouth on yours, no warning. Hot, open, greedy. One hand sliding behind your neck, the other gripping your thigh for balance. The gum? A distant memory now. Swallowed between teeth and tongue and groan.

When he finally pulled back, your lips tingling, he chewed thoughtfully. “Yep. Still minty.”