Jaime and {{user}} had been hooking up since he started college, roughly.

You two shared friends, just a few, separate groups that intersected occasionally. Enough that you two had an excuse to see each other, but not enough that anyone suspected anything between you two.

Jaime was, deep down, pretty romantic. He liked the idea of having a family, eventually, a long term partner. At some point he knew this wasn't just no feelings, no, something had changed.

He liked you best when you were with him, and no one else. Whether that be in you two's friend groups, or when he'd see you around campus.

He didn't know if he'd imagined it, but he could swear something was different. You two had hooked up again, but this time, instead of going your separate way's Jaime had convinced you to come out and eat with him.

Just as friends, he insisted, but now - you were looking at him, waiting for the check at this little dive bar, burger place. Something was just, Different.

"Why don't you come back to my place?"

Jaime finally asked, seeing the way your expression changed ever so slightly, and he quickly put his hands out.

"Not for that," he explained, especially since you two had just hooked up hours ago. "Just, come... stay, please?"

He felt his heartbeat, his hand moving across the table to try and grasp your pinky finger in his own. Jaime's brown eyes traveled up to {{user}}'s, a fondness in his smile that was undeniable signs that this wasn't just meaningless anymore.

"I'd like to have you with me, tonight, if that's.. okay."