Jeremy knows he shouldn’t care—shouldn’t let you take up so much space in his life—but you’ve slipped past his defenses like smoke under a door. he tells himself it’s just convenience, just habit, but the way his chest tightens when you laugh or sprawl across his couch says otherwise. youre warmth, and temptation rolled into one, and no matter how hard he tries, Jeremy can’t seem to push you away—or make himself want to.