Tangled Love

"Good morning," Jake smiles, walking over to me whilst holding a tray one handed. The smell of pancakes floats through the air and my stomach grumbles loudly.

"Morning, what time is it?" I smile back, running a hand through my hair. We didn't get home until late last night, the sun was beginning to rise just as I was drifting off.

"It's two in the afternoon," Jake chuckles, sitting down onto the empty side of my bed.

"Seriously? Wow," I respond, happiness filling my stomach as I think back to last night. The beauty of the night and Jake. I grin at him and sit up, propping myself up on the pillows behind me. A dull pain flares up my side and I close my eyes, breathing through it. I wish it would hurry up and heal.

"Are you still in pain?" Jake asks me, a worried expression plastered across his face. I shake my head, shrugging it off.

"No, don't worry about it." I smile before looking down at the stack of pancakes he'd made. They’re drizzled with syrup and my mouth waters, noticing he's popped a side of Nutella with them too.

"What did I do to deserve this?" I ask him scraping my hair back and securing it with a hair tie.

"I enjoy making pancakes and I kind of want to impress you," Jake responds casually before stabbing the top pancake with his fork and popping the whole thing in his mouth. I raise my brow at him amusingly and watch as he chews through the entire thing.

reaching for my own fork. Jake fist pumps the air in

go back and get the rest of your stuff today?" Jake asks me gently, placing

it became a little easier for me to relax but I'm nowhere near strong enough to face Mum or Trevor. I look up at Jake, extremely thankful to

of bed and walk up to him, settling myself between his legs. My hands circles around his neck and

it means so much to me."

Jake chuckles, his fingers drawing circles on my back.

I had fun last night too." I mumble, fiddling with my

smirks, tilting my chin up so I'm looking into his

the charm," I admit, my own lips twitching into a small smile. Jake's eyes

full of charm, you just don't want to admit it."

hold of both of my hands,

scared, I'll be

uneasy feeling settle inside my stomach. I shake my

don't need anything, I

sighs, running a hand over his face and up through his hair and I know