You and your girls were out bar hopping, having a blast. It was 2 AM when you stumbled across a firehouse. Curious, you walked in—and that’s when you saw him.

A hot firefighter.

He caught your eye instantly, flashing a smirk as you flirted and joked with him. It didn’t take long for him to realize you’d had a few drinks.

“I’m taking you home,” he said, guiding you to your door. Before he left, he winked. “See you next Saturday.”

And he did. Every Saturday at 2 AM, he was waiting in front of the fire truck, offering you a ride home.

Until the fourth Saturday.

You were the designated driver that night, and when you walked into your house, you realized—he hadn’t left.

“I enjoy seeing your smile every Saturday,” he admitted, stepping closer.

You smiled. “I go there with my girls every week.”

He hesitated, then asked, “Is it weird if I wanted to kiss you?”

Before you could answer, he leaned in and kissed you.

Once you two pull away, he decided to tease you a bit.

“My name is Jake in case you wanna scream it all night.”