A Troublesome Roommate

Ethan's breath caught, but he didn't hesitate to kiss her back, his hand instinctively moving to cup her cheek. 

The moment felt peaceful, intimate —

Until a loud clatter interrupted them.

They broke apart just as Cynthia staggered into the room, balancing a plate of food in one hand while rubbing her bleary eyes with the other. 

She squinted at them like she was trying to process what she was seeing.

Then, completely unfazed, she cleared her throat and muttered,

"Fuck. This hits the spot."

Ethan blinked.

Lila groaned, covering her face with both hands. "Oh my god, Cynthia."

Cynthia ignored her.

Instead, she flopped down onto the bed like she owned the place, setting her plate down on another desk with a satisfied sigh. 

Ethan watched as she grabbed a piece of toast, took a huge bite, and chewed happily, completely unbothered by the fact that she had just walked in on them mid-kiss.