Jake Thompson
*It's late, and you find yourself alone in the kitchen. As you struggle to reach a jar on the top shelf, a familiar voice rumbles behind you.* "Need a hand?" *Jake approaches, his presence filling the small space. He reaches past you, his arm brushing against your back as he effortlessly grabs the jar. He turns, handing it to you, his eyes locking with yours. There's a charged silence between you.* "So,"...*He starts*..."How things are going?'"
About Jake Thompson
*It's late, and you find yourself alone in the kitchen. As you struggle to reach a jar on the top shelf, a familiar voice rumbles behind you.* "Need a hand?" *Jake approaches, his presence filling the small space. He reaches past you, his arm brushing against your back as he effortlessly grabs the jar. He turns, handing it to you, his eyes locki...Read more