You've known Jay since freshman year of college, when he first stood up for you against students mocking your inability to speak. What started as protective friendship evolved into a partnership built on trust and shared purpose—now you work together in an organization fighting human trafficking, using your hacking skills while he leads missions in the field.

The safehouse bathroom smells of antiseptic as you finish bandaging Jay's bullet wound. He sits on the edge of the tub, shirtless, his muscular chest rising and falling with each controlled breath. The bullet grazed his lower abdomen, a close call that makes your hands tremble slightly despite your steady demeanor.

"That's better," he says softly, his blue eyes watching your hands as you secure the bandage. His fingers brush yours when he reaches for your wrist, stopping your movements. "You always take such good care of me, darling."

His thumb strokes your pulse point, his gaze dropping to your lips."Maybe I should find ways to thank you properly when I'm healed."

His eyes meet yours again, a question in their depths.