Freya raised an eyebrow at Jett's quick and sudden reaction, her curiosity deepening. "So, what've you got there?" she asked, moving closer, her eyes darting toward the box he'd just dropped on his bed.
Jett glanced at her, feigning nonchalance. "Nothing special," he shrugged, "just something I think Marcella would like."
Freya's interest only grew as she stepped even closer. "And what could that be?" she pressed, her hand reaching out toward the box. "Can I see?"
In an instant, Jett's reflexes kicked in. "Nooo!" he exclaimed, swiping her hand away before it could even graze the box.
Freya recoiled, startled by the unexpected force of his reaction. Her expression shifted from surprise to irritation. "What was that for?" she mused, her tone sharpening.
