Jake's POV
"I brought cookies," she said like she was doing me a favor. Then plopped herself right on my bed like she owned the place.
I sighed. "You’re invading my sanctuary."
She shrugged and took a loud bite of her cookie. "Your sanctuary has better Wi-Fi."
"It’s the same Wi-Fi, Victoria. We live in the same house."
"Still feels faster in here."
I rolled my eyes and went back to my keyboard.
This was what I meant when I said she gets clingy. Not just physical space—she needs emotional reassurance too, even if she’ll never say it out loud. After a fight, even a short one, she kind of sticks to me like Velcro for a few days. Sleeps in my room, follows me around like a lost puppy, and insists on sharing snacks I didn’t ask for.
And honestly? I complain. A lot. But... I don’t reall
