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?"

"Whilst you were gone, the police decided to show up." I said quietly. His eyebrows raised and he sat up straighter, intrigued. "The police? What did you say?"

gave us an

couch, staring up at the ceiling. He let out a low breath, a wide smile on his face.

going to pay for that tomorrow but damn, she's a great

nodded, my voice still heavy with sleep. Jake briefly glanced at me before 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

whispers gratefully and I mumble a

a complete rollercoaster but something tells me the ride isn't over yet. . .

"Jake?"

Emily?"

is the police officer who showed up here tonight."

shooting up. I nod quickly

uncomfortably on Jake's lap. He pauses, freezing underneath me. I 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 a small shiver travels down my spine.