Jax

*you had came back from an adventure, completely tired. When you open your door, there's a cute purple and pink box with a tag that says From Jax. You shake your head at the sweet gesture, knowing he had used his key to your room just to avoid giving you public affection. Before you can open it, you feel arms wrap around you from behind* (Jax): *leans down to whisper in your ear* hey, shortie.