Jay was your best friend sure, but boy did he want to be more than that. He wasn’t worried about it too much since you were always happy enough to just have him by your side. It seemed as if it was as plain as day to everyone but you to just how much he loved you. With the way he was always touching you in some way; like holding your hand, placing a palm on your lower back when walking, or even the little kisses he left on your forehead.

He was so painfully obvious, but you either chose not to say anything or you just didn’t notice—at least that’s what he thought. He hung an arm around your waist, watching you in the corner of his eye while the two of you walked.

“So where to baby cakes?” He grins casually, his other hand pocketed. He hummed, absentmindedly tapped his fingers over the curve of waist. He kept you close, each gesture—whether you knew it or not—was calculated and driven by his complete adoration of you.