Tangled Love

CHAPTER 47

"But your face . . . " I question, confused. Jake looks up at me from under his thick dark lashes.

"My face is the consequence of my line of work." Jake explains, choosing his words carefully. I scrunch my face up in confusion and take a small step towards him. He immediately knows my intentions and shakes his head, looking apologetic.

"I can't say Muffin." Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

I pause for a few moments before nodding. If he didn't want to or couldn't tell me, I wouldn't press the subject further. I take a hand towel and begin cleaning his face and hands up. Once I'm done, he kisses the tip of my nose and grins down at me —

"Cheers for patching me up, doll face."

"Doll face? That's new."

"Yeah, it doesn't really suit you, does it? I much prefer Muffin."

I playfully roll my eyes and he shoots me a heart stopping smile. I grin back at him, unable to stop staring at his smile. Despite his lip being split, he looks as good as ever. I look away, feeling guilty for wanting to kiss him. The memory of our first kiss flashes through my mind and I bite down on my lip once again to stop the smile from spreading across my face. I don't think I'll ever forget my first kiss with him.

How can I?

"You're blushing." Jake notices, closing the space between us. I don't respond and watch as his eyes roam my body, stopping on my legs. His eyes flash with approval and his lips twitch up into a smirk.

We spend the next few minutes inches away from each other, our breathing laboured. I'm unable to tear my eyes away and can barely breathe in anticipation. Eventually he clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair before walking away from me and towards the shower. I watch him, making no effort to leave. Jake turns slowly, his eyes flashing with amusement.

"Do you want to watch me shower Muffin? Or even better . . . you can join me?"

I snap out of the daze I'm in and huff, crossing my arms over my chest before opening the bathroom door.

"Oh please, I think we both know you're taking a cold shower to calm yourself down Jake." I nod towards his jeans and he stares back at me for a second, mouth open before his lips turned up into a lazy smirk.

"I can't help it when you're around me looking like that," he shoots back smoothly, eyes turning a shade darker. I leave the bathroom quickly so he wouldn't notice my cheeks blushing a bright red.

Note to self - Control my cheek colour when Jake is around.

I'm fully awake now (thanks to Jake) so I tiptoe downstairs, careful not to wake Ivory or Tobias. Tobias and I are keeping our distance from each other and I have a strong feeling we wouldn't be the best of friends anytime soon.

I walk into the kitchen and turn to find Jake's dog following me, yawning having just woken from a sleep. I bend down and stroke her behind her ear, smiling as she leaned upwards in enjoyment.

"You little cutie," I mutter, planting a soft kiss on her head. I stand up, reaching for the freezer. My hand instantly wraps around the tub of heavenly ice cream and I lick my lips, reaching for a spoon.

Cookie dough, get in my face.

I make my way into the living room, settling down onto the main couch. I reach over to turn the screen on and flicked through the channels before landing on Friends.

"I'll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour!" I sing along in a hushed whisper, using the spoon as my microphone. I flip my hair forward dramatically before settling further back into the couch, getting comfortable.

I've taken the first spoonful of my ice cream, murmuring in approval when the door pushes open slowly. I turn to find Jake watching me, eyebrow raised in amusement.

"Do you and the ice cream need a moment together? Because you really seem to be enjoying each others company."

I narrow my eyes at him before lifting the tub of ice cream to my lips.

"Don't listen to him C.D. He's just jealous." I whisper loudly, cradling it close to my chest.

"C.D?" Jake questions, a confused smile on his face.

"It's initials, cookie dough."

Jake chuckles, shaking his head disapprovingly at me before he walks over and settles himself down right beside me. Small beads of water are glistening in his dark hair from his shower and the bleeding from his lip was now gone. I give him a small smile before holding out my spoon for him to take. He spooned out a huge chuck of ice cream and shovels it into his mouth.

"I'm impressed," I admit.

"I have that effect on girls," he responds, swallowing the ice cream in his mouth. I shove his shoulder lightly.

"Shut up." I tease him. He grins back at me before leaning over, closing the distance between us. I breathe in sharply, blinking in surprise. Jake's blue eyes flicker between mine and I feel my stomach begin to flip upside down.

"What's happening between us?" I whisper, my breathing ragged. I can barely pronounce my words from having Jake so close to me. The effect he has on my mind and body will always surprise me.

"I don't know." Jake tells me, his words a hushed whisper. He leans over, placing his hand on my bare arm. My eyes flicker down to it and I watch as he runs his fingers up and down the skin. It erupts with goosebumps and Jake chuckles quietly under his breath, noticing the way my body reacts to his touch.

"Can I tell you something?" He murmurs and I automatically nod, desperately wanting to know his thoughts.

"When I first met you, I had this feeling that you'd end up making an impression on my life. I ignored it as first but that connection can't be ignored for long. When you told me what Trevor was doing, I felt this uncontrollable rage. All I want to do is help you and make you happy. I've never felt so protective over somebody before and honestly? It scares me."

I blink several times, replaying his words over and over again.

"Why does it scare you?" I ask him, my breathing shaking. Jake glances up at me from under his lashes and I see the vulnerability flash through his eyes.

"I don't open up to people Muffin, that's not who I am. I keep my feelings at a minimum but with you. . . Damn, I can't keep them under control."

My eyes are fixed on his and I can hear the thumping of my heart against my chest. I reach forward and take hold of our hands, intertwining our fingers together.

"You don't need to feel scared." I whisper, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. He smiles and reaches up with his free hand, playing with a strand of my hair.

"Maybe you're right, maybe I don't."