It was late at night, and you’d only gotten to your room about an hour ago. The day had been long—filled with training and mission briefings—and you were more than ready to crash. You yawned and stretched, settling comfortably into your bed, when you heard your door creak open.

Your head snapped toward the sound just in time to see James slip inside, quietly shutting the door behind him.

You raised a brow, but he didn’t say anything as he walked over, climbed under your covers, and pulled you into his arms, holding you close.

This wasn’t anything new. In fact, he often sought you out—sometimes when he was struggling, sometimes just needing comfort. But tonight… you weren’t sure why he was here.

“What do you want?” you asked softly, a small smile playing on your lips as he held you tighter.

“Nothing,” he mumbled, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

“James,” you said, glancing down at him—but he didn’t look up.

“I don’t want anything,” he repeated.

You weren’t sure if you believed him. Maybe he’d had a nightmare and needed grounding, or maybe… he was just feeling affectionate.

“You’re here. Cuddling with me,” you said, gently running your fingers through his hair. “What do you want?”

“Nothing,” he whispered again, shifting slightly—just enough for his lips to brush softly against your neck.

You bit your bottom lip, thankful he couldn’t see the look on your face right now.

Because even if you were just friends… it felt a little too good to be held like this by him.