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

rest of your stuff today?" Jake asks me gently, placing his fork down. I shake

not going back there Jake," I mumble 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 have someone who cares

legs. My hands circles around his neck

so much

"All I did was make you some pancakes and I've ate most of them." Jake chuckles, his fingers

. I had fun last night too." I mumble,

Prince Charming?" Jake smirks, tilting my chin up so I'm looking into his

without the charm," I admit, my own lips twitching into a small

of charm, you just don't want to

hold of both of my hands, clutching them

to be scared, I'll be with you."

an uneasy feeling settle inside my stomach. I shake my head,

"I don't need anything, I promise."

his face and up through his hair and I know something else is