Tangled Love

I felt warm lips meet with my forehead and stirred in my sleep, feeling extremely uncomfortable. My back ached from the position I was in and I groaned quietly opening one eye. The room was dark and it took me a few seconds to register I was in the living room. Jake was sprawled out on the couch, his hair a total mess.

I jumped off the arm chair and felt my legs wobble a little from my sudden movement.

“Careful, Muffin.” Jake chuckles quietly. I narrow my eye's at him and sit back down on the arm chair, my body protests in pain.

"Where did you go, Jake?" I ask, groaning from the slightest movement.

"Here and there," Jake replies vaguely, sitting up. He stretches his arms out and places them behind his head casually. I glare at him and he holds his hands up in surrender —

"I had a work thing with a few buddies, okay?"

decided to show up." I said quietly. His eyebrows raised

us an alibi."

before leaning back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. He let out a

going to pay for that tomorrow but

holding his arms out. I stood up, wincing a little and climbed into Jake's lap, my arms wrapping around his neck. His scent was like a comfort to me and I didn't bother hiding the fact that I was inhaling his scent deeply. Jake didn't seemed to mind and wrapped

"Thanks Muffin," he whispers gratefully and I mumble a response, letting him know

few weeks have been a complete rollercoaster but something tells me the ride isn't over yet. . . It's

"Jake?"

Emily?"

is the police officer who showed up

shooting up. I nod quickly —

feel his warm fingers grasp hold of my chin gently, turning it towards his direction. His face is emotionless, eyes darkening by the second and