Tangled Love

"What have you got there?" I ask Jake, inspecting his bags as he walks through the door. He exhales deeply and drops the bags onto the bed, a smile spreading across his face. I watch as he dramatically wiped an invisible line of sweat off his forehead before giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"I'll show you in a minute. Are you okay?" He asks noticing my worried expression. He takes a seat next to me, his smile fading away.

"The police just left," I mumble, fiddling with my hands. Jake sits up straighter at my words and his eyebrows shoot up —

"They did? Did you - "

I nod, cutting him off.

"Yes I told them exactly what you said and I left out the part about you and the other two bringing guns with you." I swallow the lump in my throat as I vision the way Jake aimed his gun straight at Jones. He looked so at ease holding the gun as if he'd done it many times before and it just reminded me of how little I know about his gang.

"Thank you," he replies quietly, sensing my unease with the conversation. He stands up quickly and grabs one of the bags on the bed, pulling it closer to him. I know instantly this is his way of changing the topic so we won't have to discuss it.

"I . . . picked you up a few things." Jake smiles, pulling out a bottle of shampoo and conditioner. He drops them onto the bed before pulling out pyjamas and fluffy socks.

"I know how much you love your pyjamas."

I need to

jar of Nutella in my lap. I squeal in delight and throw myself at Jake, my smile wider than ever.

of everything." I say gratefully, wrapping my arms around his neck. He pulls

make you feel better." He murmurs down my ear before pulling back. I smile

opposite to the moody Jake I first laid eyes on." I tell him. Jake rolls his eyes at me playfully —

not moody and don't call

his arms childishly before lunging for me. I squeal and backed away, falling onto my back. He's on-top of me in seconds, his hands holding my wrists loosely over my head.

dare you." he whispers loudly, his eyes trained straight onto mine. I bite back a smile, butterflies fluttering

Melvin, are sweet."

door opens and the doctor walks in once again interrupting us. Jake and I both freeze, realising how the position we're in looks from the outside. I close my eyes and let out a low groan —

it

sighs heavily, shaking his head

stern and demanding. Jake rolls his eyes but does as he says and I immediately

"Emily's health be a joke to you but she really

he tenses, his shoulders squared defensively. He turns to look at the doctor, blue eyes narrowed like thin slits of

steel.