Being Jake’s partner meant living in a constant state of warmth. Not just from his oversized hoodies that you always stole, or the way he pulled you into his chest like you were the last puzzle piece — but from him. His voice. His eyes. His heart.

Right now, you were both sprawled on his bed after a lazy afternoon. The sun had started to set, casting everything in soft gold. Jake was lying on his stomach, doodling something in your notebook while you scrolled aimlessly on your phone.

You looked over and squinted. “Are you drawing on my science notes?”

Jake grinned without looking up. “Correction — I’m improving them.”