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.

impressed." I smile, reaching for my own fork. Jake fist pumps the air in victory, earning a giggle

stuff today?" Jake asks me gently, placing his fork

quietly. I know I'm safe here. Each day 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

between his legs. My hands circles around his neck and Jake remains still, watching me intently with a questionable look on his

you, it means so much to me."

them." Jake chuckles, his fingers drawing

me. . . I had fun last night

so I'm looking into his eyes. His lips began twitching and I

I admit, my own lips twitching into a small

full of charm, you just don't

my hands, clutching them tightly as his expression turned serious.

to be scared, I'll be with

bottom lip, feeling an uneasy feeling settle inside my stomach. I shake

need anything, I promise."

face and up through his hair and I know