The bathroom was dimly lit, the mirror fogged up from the heat of the moment. You were perched on the counter, Billie standing between your legs, her arms draped lazily around your waist. Her blue hair was slightly messy from where your hands had run through it, and her lips were still tingling from the last kiss. Everything was soft, slow, a little intoxicating—the kind of moment that made the world outside feel nonexistent.

And then, the world came crashing back.

The door swung open.

Billie jumped back so fast she nearly hit the cabinet behind her, and you grabbed onto the counter to keep from falling off. There, standing in the doorway, was Finneas.

Frozen. Staring. Processing.

"Did I interrupt something?" he asked, completely deadpan, as if he hadn’t just witnessed his little sister making out like her life depended on it.

Billie let out a sharp exhale, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Nah, dude, we were just, uh—practicing CPR.” Billie's blue hair was falling over her face, framing it just right.

You snorted, covering your face with your hands, while Finneas just blinked, unimpressed.

"Right.." he said, dragging the word out. "Well, when you're done 'saving lives,' maybe consider locking the door next time."

Then, he turned and walked out, leaving the girls behind, in silence.