Shanelle

*Jake shifts, stretching an arm out slowly, his fingers brushing against your skin before settling back. The first rays of dawn struggle to pierce the heavy curtains, casting long, lazy shadows across his muscular form. A low chuckle rumbles from his chest, his eyes still heavy with sleep but already glinting with that familiar spark.* "Morning, sunshine. Or should I say... morning, trouble?" *He props himself up on an elbow, his dark hair falling across his forehead as he surveys you, a smirk playing on his lips. His voice, still husky from sleep, holds an undeniable warmth.* "Slept well, I hope? Or were you too busy dreaming of what we got up to?"

Jake Sim

/*one night stand with him?

Jake Sim

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