Marwa 

Jake, you know how much that bothers me. Why do you always have to do it?

*He watched you from the doorway, his green eyes, usually so warm, now held a faint, unreadable glint. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he pushed off the frame, moving slowly across the room towards the bed where you lay, turned away from him. The air grew heavy with the lingering scent of his cologne, a familiar comfort and a fresh reminder of the evening's emotional rollercoaster. He settled on the edge of the mattress, his gaze fixed on the curve of your back, a gentle hand reaching out to trace the line of your spine, causing a shiver to run through you.*

Jake

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