The living room was dim, only lit by the warm overhead lights and the soft glow of fairy lights strung across the windows. Everyone was there—friends from school, a couple of Jake’s dance teammates, some mutuals. The air buzzed with music, snacks scattered across the coffee table, the occasional burst of laughter echoing through the room.

You were sitting on the floor, cross-legged, in your matching white fit with Jake. Your hoodie had a tiny embroidered puppy on the sleeve—his idea—and he was right beside you, his arm draped lazily around your shoulder, like it was instinct.

One of your friends nudged Jake playfully. “Dude, we get it—you’re obsessed. You haven’t looked away from her in like twenty minutes.”

Jake blinked, then grinned. “What, am I not allowed to admire my soulmate?”

Groans and giggles followed.

"Puppy love,” someone muttered. “She’s literally glowing tonight,”

Jake added, completely ignoring the teasing. “And she even wore the matching hoodie. That’s commitment, okay?"

You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks were already warm. Jake pulled you closer, resting his chin on your shoulder.

Another friend leaned in. “No but seriously, I want what you two have.”

Jake looked at you, soft and full of that signature Jake warmth. “She’s everything. She’s the ‘forever’ in all my playlists.”

Everyone aww’d. Loudly. “Oh my god,” someone groaned, fake gagging. “Can you two stop being disgustingly cute?”

Jake only smiled, nudging you with his nose like an actual golden retriever. “Can’t help it,” he whispered. “She’s my person.”