Tangled Love

I glance at my phone but there’s still no reply from Jake. I continue brushing through my wet hair, ready to let it air dry. It's amazing what a hot shower and new pyjamas can do to you. I've just settled into bed, tucking the sheets on either side of me with a magazine and a hot chocolate when the door opens. I froze immediately and stare straight into his eyes.

Dark brown eyes.

Tobias' eyes.

"Tobias, hey." I say softly, placing the magazine back down. His eyes scan the room and his shoulders visibly relax as he takes a step inside and closes the door.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" He says quietly, his words spoken in a low tone. Instantly memories begin flooding back to me, words I'm sure came from Tobias' mouth. I frown deeply, reaching up to rub at my temples.

No . . . Surely I'm wrong, confused even.

Maybe it wasn't Tobias but Jake speaking to me?

Confessing his feelings.

If I accuse Tobias of doing something he didn't do, I know Jake would never forgive him. It would completely ruin the relationship between them

both, maybe forever. I quickly decide to break the silence between us, the best thing to do is to not mention it at all. I have to make myself believe it wasn't real. It can't be, Tobias doesn't even like me.

shoves his hands into the front pocket of his jeans and give me

dark brown eyes lingering on me for a while. It's almost as if he's trying to figure something out . . . The action has

even further but I try and not let it display across my features.

doing here

appears taken aback by my sudden outburst and he walks towards me, taking a seat in Jake's

so wrong Emily." He says sadly, shaking his head. The uneasy feeling sinks back into my stomach as the

think about. .

my eyes, battling with myself whether I should ask him if it's true or

what happened, I'm just really glad you're okay." He adds quietly. I smiled at him gratefully, it feels nice having

The liquid warms me

Tobias adds and I

me two days ago. I haven't showered in four weeks, it wasn't pretty. I feel sorry for the poor nurse who had to help

"You should laugh more often, you don't come across as scary that way." I smile at him. He mocks hurt and holds his hand to

look miserable most of

immediately laughing at his

that's exactly what I'm saying."

first person to tell me that ironically."

gaze land on my arms and I follow them to see what