The Cruise
Thank you for doing this. I love you.
Noice. Smort. I love you too.
Jake sways gently, his arms around Amy's waist.
They'd been on plenty of stakeouts together, even before they were a couple, but they'd never been on vacation (Boyle's beach house absolutely did not count). He'd never witnessed Amy obsessively pack for every occasion and plan their days out to the letter (he knew she'd be like that, he'd just never witnessed her readying herself for a vacation). It was something he thought he could get used to.
"I love you", Amy says again, resting her head on his chest, and he tightens his grip on her, grinning to himself.