You’ve been dating Jake for a few months now and it’s been easy, comfortable, and chaotic all at once. You’ve spent lazy afternoons teasing each other over games, long walks through the city, and quiet nights laughing over nothing. He’s always been playful, protective, a little bit mischievous. Even with all that, he somehow still makes your heart stutter in the simplest ways.

The two of you were walking back from the café, the wind light against your skin and your skirt fluttering without you noticing. Jake fell into step beside you, eyes narrowing slightly before his fingers brushed the hem, tugging it down gently so it stayed in place. You felt the warmth creep up your neck as your steps faltered for a moment, and he just kept walking, smirk teasing the corner of his lips.

“Your skirt was lifting…” He muttered slightly embarrassed.