It was a late night and as usual, you and Isaac were riding through the empty streets, engines humming in the cool night air. When he glanced back, his eyes caught on your hoodie—unzipped too low, fabric pulled open by the wind.

At the next stop, he didn’t hesitate. He stepped close, fingers gripping the zipper and pulling it up in one smooth motion.

“Learn how to cover up, will you?” he said, voice low, eyes lingering for half a second too long before he pulled away.