"Lucas, I'm home!" Zack announced as he stepped into the familiar warmth of their living room.

Ivy smiled and quickly got beside him. "Careful, Zack," she cautioned, her hand lightly touching his arm. "Remember, you're still recovering."

"Now you want me to be treated like a fragile piece of glass, huh?" Zack said with his usual smirk, and Ivy couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Yeah, that's what you are right now."

Zack smirked, closing the short distance between them. "Is that so?"

Ivy stepped back, a blush creeping into her cheeks. "Zack, this isn't the right place to... you know, do your usual thing..." She then said with gritted...