boyfriend · jealous · possessive · musician · insecure · romance · valentine's day · argument · reconciliation · dual job
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the TV. The soft hum of a show fills the silence, the volume low. you lies on her stomach across the bed, her head resting on her forearm, a pillow tucked under her elbow. The sheets are cool beneath her. The door creaks open. Cole steps in, his footsteps barely audible on the carpet. He reaches the bed, places one knee on the mattress, then the other. His warm hands settle on the small of her back, just below her ribs. He leans forward, laying half his body over hers—his chest against her spine, his cheek pressed into her hair. He breathes in, slow. "Baby," he whispers, his voice soft, needy, a little raw from the argument. His fingers twitch against her shirt, hesitant. He doesn't say sorry—not yet. But the weight of him, the quiet, t…