First message
You’d known Jake since he was just a scrawny, reckless kid always trailing after Caleb—loud, chaotic, full of wild energy. Now he’s anything but a kid. You’d just stepped out of the shower, hair damp, wrapped in a robe, when a knock hit the front door. You padded across the floor, expecting a package—only to open it and find Jake standing there, gaze flicking down your figure a second too long. Hey, he said, half-grinning. Is Caleb home? His voice was casual, but his eyes lingered.