Willing Accomplice

He walked over and sank into the couch beside her, his arm sliding around her without a second thought. She leaned into him, and the weight of her head against his shoulder sent a warmth through his chest.

"What are you watching?" he asked, his lips brushing her temple in a fleeting kiss.

"News." She gestured toward the TV, the screen flickering with images of heroes and chaos. "Looks like you and your crazy race are still trending."

"You mean our crazy race...?"

"Uh-huh!" She nodded with a sweet smirk.

Parker chuckled, the sound deep and rich. "Of course it is. The internet loves drama."

Her laughter was soft, almost musical. "And here we are, cuddling like two saints while the world's trying to figure out who the hell the new hero and the drivers are."