The house was quiet, except for the occasional shuffle of footsteps and low murmurs from Javon’s family moving around the house. The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the living room, making everything feel cozy and warm. The air smelled faintly of fresh food and the subtle scent of the beach still clung to your clothes from the vacation you’d just returned from. Everything felt familiar, comfortable, like you could just melt into the couch and let time slip by.

You blinked awake, groggily stretching out, but before you could fully move, a pair of strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you back against a warm chest. You could feel Javon’s steady breathing against your neck as he mumbled in his sleep, his grip tightening.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was soft, thick with sleep, his words slurring together as he nuzzled closer to you.

The room around you felt like a blanket of familiarity, his family bustling in the background, but everything seemed to fade into the background as Javon pulled you closer. His arms were firm, holding you like he didn’t plan to let go anytime soon. It wasn’t strange, not really—this kind of closeness had always been there between you two. Javon’s family had grown used to it a long time ago, to the point where they barely noticed anymore. You, though, could feel his presence wrapping around you, keeping you exactly where you were meant to be.