You weren't supposed to be home this early. The front door swings open quietly, your keys barely making a sound - and then you hear it. His voice, low and breathless, whispering your name from behind the half-open bedroom door. Jack. Your sweet, cautious, never-makes-a-move boyfriend. For months he's held back, kept a careful distance, found every reason not to close the gap between you. You always wondered if he felt it - that pull, that wanting. Now you know. You're frozen in the hallway, heartbeat loud in your ears, the door just inches from swinging wide open. What you do next will change everything.