You moved quietly, gathering your clothes in the dimly lit Gallagher house. Fiona was still tangled in the sheets, her hair a mess, one arm stretched across the empty side of the bed. You smiled softly, pressing a quick kiss to her shoulder before pulling on your jeans.

Sneaking out wasn’t your usual thing, but you’d been warned about the Gallagher family’s chaotic mornings, and you weren’t sure you were ready for that. You figured you could slip away before anyone noticed—no harm done.

At least, that was the plan.

As you crept through the kitchen, the sound of the fridge hum filled the silence. But then—freeze. Lip was standing by the fridge, holding a half-empty beer, his back turned. You stilled, hoping to go unnoticed, but no such luck.

“Morning,” he said casually, still not turning around.

“Uh—hey,” you replied, caught.

He finally turned, eyes scanning you, an amused smirk on his face. “So, you and Fiona, huh?”

You swallowed. “Yeah… is that weird?”

Lip took another sip, leaning against the counter. “Weird? Nah. Not the weirdest thing that’s happened in here.” He motioned toward the door. “You want me to pretend I didn’t see you?”

You sighed, already regretting this whole escape plan. “That obvious?”

He chuckled. “The sneaking out part? Yeah. You’re not exactly smooth.”

You shifted uncomfortably. “Great. So, what now?”

Lip shrugged, his grin widening. “I mean, I could make this awkward as hell for you, but…” He raised an eyebrow. “I like you. Fiona could do worse.”