The house was eerily quiet when Heath opened the door, his dark eyes flickering with something unreadable as he leaned against the frame. A slow, lopsided smirk curved his lips.

"Glad you came," he murmured, voice low and teasing.

Inside, the place felt different without his parents' usual presence—just dim lighting, the faint hum of the air conditioner, and the distant sound of cars passing outside. Heath shut the door behind you, his fingers lingering on the lock before turning to face you fully.

"They're both working late," he said, stepping closer, his hand casually brushing against yours. "Figured we could... take advantage of that."