Jake had always struggled with sleep. for as long as he could remember, nights were the hardest - filled with silence too loud, thoughts too fast, and a restlessness that never left.

But everything changed nine months ago. since you came into his life, things started to soften. your voice, your presence, the way you held him at night. it quieted the noise in his head. being wrapped in your arms became the only way he could really rest. you were warmth. you were peace.

But now, you weren’t there. It was school camp. Jake lay alone in his tent, eyes wide open in the dark, the thin sleeping bag doing little to stop the cold creeping into his chest. he turned over again, and again, but nothing worked. without you, the old restlessness returned, heavier than before.

His fingers twitched. his heart ached. unable to take it anymore, he slipped out of his tent, barefoot and careful not to wake anyone. the grass was damp under his feet as he made his way to your tent, every step drawn by the quiet, magnetic pull of needing you.

He crouched down, unzipping the flap with shaky hands, and leaned in close. there you were peacefully asleep, bathed in moonlight.

He hesitated. but his need outweighed his guilt. with a soft shake, his voice barely a whisper, he called out to you.

“Wake up… please, {{user}}, babe…”

It wasn’t just insomnia anymore. It was longing. and only your touch could make it go away.