Their favorite place to be together:
The sun creeps in through the shades in Amy's bedroom as Jake slowly wakes up. Amy is laying on top of him, one hand placed on his chest, the other grabbing his arm, their legs entangled. He has one hand on her back, the other cradles the back of her head. He takes a deep breath and is intoxicated by the smell of her flowery shampoo.
He smiles as he thinks about how they ended up in this position. It was a quiet night in at Amy's. They ordered a pizza and watched a movie, cuddled up on the couch, like they often did after a long week at the precinct. The pizza was left half-eaten, the movie forgotten about, as Amy kissed Jake on the couch. Desperate to be closer to her, he picked her up and carried her to her bedroom.
He recalls her eager kisses, tasting like beer and pizza, drawing him in. The sound of her moans and the pleasure in her voice as she cried out his name, playing over and over, like a song he can't get out of his mind. The memory of her warm, soft, smooth skin against his, gives him goosebumps. Images of her perfect body, her infectious smile, her gorgeous eyes cloud his vision.
But it's not just the sex that makes him smile. Don't get him wrong, its fantastic. Without a doubt, it's the best he's ever had. He regrets every stupid sex tape joke he ever made about Amy, knowing how wrong he was about her. Though he knows deep down, that every sex tape joke he made, was a miserable attempt at flirting with her.
He smiles because he is finally dating Amy Santiago, the girl he flirted with long before he realized his feelings for her, the girl he dreamt about every night while he was undercover, the girl he refused to admit he wanted to be with even though he was dating Sophia.
And although they've only been dating for two months, he realizes that he loves her. He loves that growing up with seven brothers, whom she refused to let overshadow her, made her just as, if not more, competitive as him. He loves that she is driven and ambitious, refusing to let anything, or anyone, get in the way of her dreams. He loves that she is quirky and nerdy and loves solving problems and cases just as much as he does. He loves, not just how easy it is for him to make her laugh, but also the sound of her laugh. He loves that she double tucks her hair behind her ears, revealing just how crazy about him she is. He loves that she gets jealous when girls flirt with him, or even just stares too long at him, though he knows that if he ever brought this up she would deny it and punch him. He loves that she is sensitive, and sexy, and beautiful, and smart.
But most of all, he loves that she forces him to be the best version of himself. With her, he learns to be more responsible. He gets to work on time, every day. He fills out his paperwork accurately the first time. He wears a tie. He starts to get a handle on his crushing debt. He starts to take better care of his body, eating right and hitting the gym with Terry a couple times a week.
The only other woman he's ever said "I love you" to was Sophia. But now that he's in love with Amy, he knows that it wasn't love with Sophia. With Sophia, it was infatuation, lust. Perhaps, even, he had tried to convince himself he loved Sophia so that he wouldn't have to admit how he felt about Amy.
"What are you smiling about?" Amy yawns, propping her chin up on Jake's chest as she wakes up.
"I love you." He doesn't hesitate to tell her about his new revelation.
"I love you too," she responds, kissing him.
This is why being in bed with Amy is his favorite place in the world. And even though the room changes as they move to new apartments, and the bed itself changes as time goes on, this remains Jake's favorite place in the world. This is where he first realized he loved Amy, where he told her, unafraid of her response, and where she said it back to him without hesitation.