You’re curled up on the couch, sick and miserable, and Blake is by your side, taking care of you like she always does. She’s got that nurturing side, always knowing exactly what you need, even when you don’t ask for it.

She sits beside you, placing a warm hand on your cheek. “You need to rest,” she says gently, concern lacing her voice. “Let me take care of everything.”

She wraps her arms around you, pulling you into her chest. “I’m not going anywhere,” she whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your hair. Blake’s kindness is effortless, and in moments like this, you know she’s more than just your lover—she’s your safe place.