Home to Jane

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You chose to go back home to Jane:

Relationship Status: +2%

Boyfriend Points Gained: +2

Choosing to prioritize the quiet night together makes Jane feel emotionally important and deeply desired. Keeps your relationship on track and bypassing cheating arc.

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And for the first time all evening, the drive home suddenly feels way too long. Because all you can think about now is getting back to Jane.

The moment you walk through the front door, the warmth of the apartment hits you again along with the soft glow from the TV and the smell of the candle Jane lit while you were gone. She’s still curled up on the couch in your hoodie, blanket over her legs, remote in one hand.

The second she sees you, her face lights up.

“Finally,” Jane says dramatically. “I was starting to think you got kidnapped.”

You laugh quietly as you kick the door shut behind you.

“Nope,” you say, pulling the small grocery bag open. “Just had to wait to get these.”

You toss the box of condoms toward her.

She catches them against her chest with an immediate laugh, shaking her head while holding them up.

“Always prepared, huh?” Jane teases. “Well, I can’t complain. Safety first.”

You smirk as she tosses the box onto the couch cushion beside her.

“The guy unlocking the shelf made it way more awkward than it needed to be.”

“Oh no,” she says immediately, already laughing harder. “What happened?”

You groan while carrying the pizza toward the coffee table.

“He asked if I wanted the XL ones out loud.”

Jane nearly chokes laughing.

“No he did not.”

“He absolutely did.”

She pulls the blanket tighter around herself, grinning uncontrollably now.

“And you survived?”

“Barely.”

“Poor baby,” she says between laughs.

You shake your head, trying not to laugh too as you open the pizza box on the coffee table. The smell instantly fills the room, warm cheese and garlic making both of you visibly perk up.

“Okay, wow,” Jane says, leaning forward immediately. “That actually looks amazing.”

“They hooked us up tonight.”

You head into the kitchen to grab plates and napkins while she opens the wine bottle you picked out, eyeing the label skeptically.

“You know absolutely nothing about wine, do you?” she asks.

“Not even a little.”

“That’s kinda adorable.”

“Don’t say adorable while holding something I picked out,” you joke. “You haven’t tasted it yet.”

She laughs softly as you both settle onto the couch again, balancing plates on your laps while the movie starts playing. The apartment feels cozy in the way only nights like this can — soft lighting, music still faintly playing underneath the TV previews, rain lightly tapping against the windows outside.

Every once in a while, Jane reaches over to steal food off your plate even though hers is identical.

“You literally have your own pizza,” you point out.

“Yours tastes better.”

“That makes zero sense.”

“It makes perfect sense,” she says confidently before stealing another bite anyway.

You just shake your head, smiling to yourself.

God, I could do this forever.

By the time the movie really gets going, both of you are relaxed against the couch cushions, plates mostly empty and the wine glasses sitting forgotten on the coffee table. Jane slowly shifts closer throughout the movie without even seeming to realize she’s doing it until eventually her legs are tangled with yours and her head is resting comfortably against your shoulder.

Then, after setting her plate aside completely, she leans in just a little closer to you.

“What do you think about the movie?” you ask, glancing down at Jane while the glow from the TV flickers across the room.

She turns her attention back toward the screen, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“It’s actually pretty cute,” Jane admits. “Although I still think they could’ve made way better choices.”

“Like what?”

She waves her hand dismissively.

“Oh, you know. Typical rom-com stuff,” she says. “Give him a better job, make her a little less ditzy… basic improvements.”

You nod absently, though you barely hear half of what she’s saying anymore.

Because at some point, you caught yourself staring at her instead of the movie.

The oversized hoodie sleeves hanging over her hands. The way her hair falls against her shoulder. The soft glow from the TV lighting up her face every few seconds.

God.

She notices after a moment and looks over at you curiously.

“What?” Jane asks, laughing slightly. “Do I have something on my face?”

“No,” you say quietly. “You’re just really beautiful.”

Her cheeks immediately flush pink.

“Stop,” she says, rolling her eyes playfully as she looks away for a second. “You’re gonna make me self-conscious.”

“You shouldn’t be,” you reply honestly. “You always look good.”

Jane shakes her head, though the smile spreading across her face gives her away completely.

“Flattery will get you nowhere, mister,” she teases. “Now pay attention before I spoil the ending for you.”

“Spoil all you want,” you say. “I’m a little distracted right now.”

She nudges your side gently with her elbow.

“Seriously though,” she says. “I actually wanna know what you think of the story so far.”

Instead of answering immediately, you reach over and grab her gently by the waist, pulling her onto your lap until her back rests comfortably against your chest.

She lets out a surprised laugh while instinctively settling against you.

“I mean,” you say casually, wrapping your arms around her waist, “it’s a little cheesy. The writing could definitely be better.”

Jane turns her head slightly to look back at you before sighing dramatically.

“You’re impossible,” she says.

“Why’s that?” you laugh softly, completely content with her curled up in your lap.

She folds her arms playfully, though she’s clearly fighting a smile.

“Because,” Jane says, “you never take anything seriously. Not even for like two seconds.”

“I take important things seriously.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah.”

She narrows her eyes suspiciously.

“And what exactly counts as important to you?”

You tighten your arms around her slightly, resting your chin against her shoulder.

“You.”

That answer catches her off guard enough to make her go quiet for a second.

Then her expression softens completely.

“That was smooth,” she murmurs.

“I know.”

Jane laughs quietly under her breath before relaxing fully against your chest again, her fingers absentmindedly playing with your hand while the movie continues in the background mostly ignored now.

Honestly, neither of you seems all that interested in the movie anymore.

You wrap your arms more securely around Jane’s waist and lean in, pressing soft kisses along the side of her neck.

She immediately giggles, squirming slightly in your lap.

“Okay, okay,” Jane laughs. “That tickles.”

You ignore her protests anyway, smiling against her skin as you keep kissing her neck, enjoying the warmth of her body resting comfortably against yours. The oversized hoodie rides up slightly beneath your hands while she shifts around trying — and failing — to stay composed.

“John,” she laughs softly again, trying not to smile.

A second later, she leans forward to grab another slice of pizza from the box on the coffee table, pulling herself just out of reach. You watch her take a bite before she settles fully back into your lap with her ass on your crotch and her back against your chest again, one leg draped lazily across yours while the movie continues mostly forgotten in the background.

“You know,” Jane says thoughtfully between bites, “I was thinking…”

“Dangerous,” you tease.

She rolls her eyes playfully before nudging your arm.

“Maybe we should plan a weekend getaway sometime,” she says. “Somewhere relaxing.”

“Ooh, that could actually be really fun,” you reply. “Where do you wanna go?”

Jane thinks for a moment, absentmindedly tracing her fingers against your arm while she stares toward the TV.

“Hmm… maybe the beach?” she says. “Or honestly, maybe a cabin somewhere in the woods. Just someplace quiet where we can actually unwind for a few days.”

You picture both instantly.

Long walks on the beach with her hand in yours.

Late nights in a cabin curled up together while music plays softly in the background.

Honestly, either option sounds perfect with her.

Jane tilts her head back slightly against your shoulder, smiling to herself.

“I don’t really care where we go,” she says quietly. “As long as it’s with you.”

The room falls comfortable and warm again after that, the rain outside tapping softly against the windows while the movie keeps playing unnoticed in the background.

Now the only question is where the two of you go from here.