The late afternoon sun filtered through the window of your shared apartment, casting a warm glow across the living room. The soft hum of the city could be heard outside, but inside, the quiet was filled with the sound of pages turning and the soft click of a pen on paper. The apartment had started to feel like home, its mismatched furniture and plants scattered throughout, a reflection of both of you—the cozy chaos that came with living together for the first time.

You were sitting at the dining table, textbooks open in front of you as you tried to make sense of the complicated diagrams and biology terms that felt like they were written in a different language. It was hard to concentrate with your mind wandering to the fact that, for the first time in a while, you were actually living with Jason. You could hear him in the other room, his voice low as he spoke to himself, the sound of his English literature textbook rustling. You smiled to yourself, wondering what part of Shakespeare he was lost in today.

Suddenly, you heard him call out from the living room, his voice laced with that familiar playful tone you loved.

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, looking up from your work. “Are you quoting Shakespeare again?” you asked, your voice teasing, but fond.

A few moments later, Jason appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a mischievous grin on his face. His dark hair was a little messy, his worn hoodie a comfortable fit. His brown eyes sparkled as he glanced over at you, clearly pleased with himself. “I just couldn’t resist, mi amor. You’re like my summer’s day—too beautiful for words.”