Tangled Love

Once I'm satisfied we aren't going to be seen, I spin around, forgetting that I was badly beaten this morning.

My hand immediately presses against my stomach in an attempt to decrease the pain. Jake's eyes darken and he takes a step forward towards me. His hand reaches out, landing on my waist where he holds me cautiously.

"What's wrong?" He questions, his voice a low rumble. I grit my teeth, blinking back tears. Even through the pain, my body flares up in heat from his touch. I silently curse myself for reacting to his simple action. I look up at him, masking over the pain in my eyes.

"Girl stuff," I shrug off, leaning against the wall casually. I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from crying out in pain. Jake searches my face silently and I know

instantly he doesn't believe me. He shakes his head, dark hair falling over into his eyes. I focus on the wall behind him so that I wouldn't stare.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" I ask him, a blush creeping up my cheeks. I can feel butterflies fluttering in my stomach with nerves. Is this when Jake confronts me over yesterday?

"I want to apologise."

My head snaps back so I'm looking directly at him, at his eyes. I swear, my mouth actually drops open in shock a little.

ask, the shock evident in my voice. He doesn't reply but instead nods

"Since when does Big Bad Jake apologise?"

twitching up. Huh, he's cute when he smiles.

tell me that's not what people call me. That would seriously

I smile, fiddling with my hands. Jake glances at me from under his thick dark lashes, blue eyes searching mine. I feel my stomach somersault, my heart beginning to pick up pace. I drop my gaze to the floor and clear my throat, angry at

for yesterday. I wasn't watching where

at him. He sighs

sorry for blowing smoke in your face, that was

grateful. My hand is permanently clutching my stomach where the pain is throbbing.

need to sit down,

"Don't worry about it," I reply quietly, remembering how Jake noticed the fear in

Jake care about what

If we don't end the

"Well not the smoke thing because that's simply disgusting. Do you know second hand smoke

his eyes and he smirks, his eyes dropping to the floor. I look at the floor