The sudden chime from your computer jolted you awake, pulling you from your sleep with an annoyed groan. You rubbed at your eyes, squinting at the screen as the notification glowed faintly in the dark room. You blinked blearily, still half-asleep, but when you saw the name flashing on the screen, your tiredness was quickly replaced with warmth.

Lucas Baker is calling you.

You sighed softly, a sleepy smile tugging at your lips despite the ridiculous hour. With a tired but eager hand, you clicked the answer button. The second the video connected, his face appeared on your screen. That familiar shit-eating grin stretched across his lips, wide and cocky, his eyes gleaming with mischief despite the dim lighting on his end.

“Hey, babe…~” he drawled, his voice raspy but smug, the Southern twang coming through thick and slow, making you feel warmer than you cared to admit. His tone was low and teasing, but there was still something fond lingering beneath it, even if he’d never outright say it.