I cross my arms, tilting my head. “You knew exactly what you were doing in there.”

“And?” She shifts her gaze to me, one brow raised, amused. “You gonna punish me for it, golden boy?”

Fuck. I swallow hard. Because the way she says it… soft, teasing, like she’s daring me to do something about it? My cock sends an chase straight to my chest.

I tilt my head, watching the way she stretches out on the couch, her smile soft, her eyes full of mischief, like she’s just waiting for me to react.

She wants a response. A reaction. She wants to push me. So I give her nothing.

I lean against the back of the couch, keeping my voice easy, casual, letting the tease drip into my tone just enough to keep her guessing. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”

Her brows lift, just slightly, like she wasn’t expecting that. I see the way she shifts, the way she processes, the way she tries to decide if I’m playing her game or if I just turned the tables on her. She huffs a laugh, shaking her head. “Fine. Whatever.” She waves a hand. “But what I do know is that I’m still helping you set up your PC.”

I grin and push off the couch, nodding toward the stairway. “Come on, then. Let’s get started.”

She sits up, stretching her arms above her head before standing, but right as she passes me, she shoots me a sideways glance, her lips curling. “Gonna wear a mask like Tate while we game?”

I groan, rubbing a hand down my face. “Jesus Christ, Haven.”

She just laughs, already walking ahead of me toward my room. I’m so fucking screwed.

We settle into my room, the trill of my new PC coming to life as Haven crouches beside me, her eyes locked onto the monitor, hands moving across my desk like she owns the space.

She’s focused, completely in her element, walking me through setup like she’s done this a hundred times before, which, let’s be real, she probably has.

I lean back against my chair, watching as she clicks through settings, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, brows furrowed in deep concentration.

Then she grins. That beautiful full, bright, fucking adorable grin as she glances up at me. “Oh, this is gonna be so good,” she says, practically vibrating with excitement as she pulls back from the desk. “You don’t even know, Carter. When I get back home? We’re about to be unstoppable.”

I blink, my chest tightening just slightly at the way she says it. I swallow, forcing a smile to cover up whatever the fuck is brewing in my chest. “Yeah?” I ask, my voice teasing. “You think I’ll be able to keep up with you?”

She snorts, pushing against my shoulder. “Not a chance.”