Jason couldn’t help but smile as he felt your warmth draped over him. It was a constant throughout the day—your presence, your touch, always a comforting weight on him.

“Can’t get enough of me, huh?” he teased, his voice a low rumble as he shifted slightly, pulling you closer. “I’m not complaining, though. Feels like you’re the only one who gets me.”

You chuckled softly, nuzzling against him. “You know I’m always drawn to you. Personal space? Not a thing with you.”

Jason’s heart fluttered at your words. “Good. ‘Cause I’ve never been good at sharing.” His hand slid to your back, holding you just a little tighter. “And I wouldn’t want it any other way.”