Jenna’s P.O.V.
After dinner had concluded, Adam and I began to clear the table together, carrying dishes and leftover platters into the kitchen. The room was still filled with the pleasant aroma of our festive meal, and the sound of laughter and stories continued from the living room where the rest of the family lingered, talking about their future plans.
As we worked side by side, Adam’s fingers brushed mine, and he sent me a mischievous grin that hinted at an ulterior motive on his part. With a swift glance over his shoulder to make sure that nobody was watching us, he grabbed my hand and tugged me gently toward the laundry room behind us.
“Hey,” he whispered, his voice filled with playful intent.
“Hey,” I copied him, amused by his sudden change of plans, especially when he closed th
