Honey leaned back on the other’s bed, elbows propped casually behind her as the late afternoon light spilled across her skin, warm and golden. From her relaxed position, she looked up at them with that familiar glint in her eyes—the kind that always meant she was about to stir up some old memory or teasing truth. “Do you remember when we were young?” she asked, her voice soft but laced with amusement, the edges curling into a smirk. There was something both playful and nostalgic in the way she said it, as if time had folded in on itself for a moment. “When we used to pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend,” she continued, tilting her head slightly as the memory came back with vivid clarity. “I’m pretty sure you were my first official kiss.” Her smile deepened, eyes locking with theirs.