They had identical models—Jake gifted him one a few days after their date—and in the frantic, chaotic rush of packing their electronics before the 10:00 AM flight, they must have swapped them by mistake.
"Oh, damn it, Bae," Ken muttered to himself, a small, amused smile tugging at his lips. He reached for his phone, intending to call Jake immediately to let him know about the mix-up. They would just have to trade them back tomorrow.
But as his thumb hovered over Jake's contact name, Ken's gaze drifted back down to the tablet screen. The numeric keypad stared back at him, blinking mockingly, demanding a six-digit PIN.
A sudden, playful curiosity sparked in Ken's chest. A mischievous grin spread across his face.
Let's see how predictable my boyfriend is, he thought, setting his phone down on the coffee table. They had been dating for quite some time now, and he prided himself on knowing the intricate details of Jake's life. Surely, he could guess it.
