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.

into the

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

and not let it display across my

you doing here Tobias? You hate

my sudden outburst and he walks towards me, taking a seat in

sadly, shaking his head. The uneasy feeling sinks back into

all I can think about. .

myself whether I should ask him if it's true or not. I'm so certain it

hate you. I was worried when I heard what happened, I'm just really glad you're okay." He adds quietly. I smiled at him gratefully, it feels nice having people genuinely care for my

The liquid warms

great considering you were shot." Tobias adds

feel sorry for the poor nurse who had to help me, she must be scarred for life." I joke and Tobias chuckles, his chest vibrating as he laughs. He lowers himself down onto the

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

"Are you saying I look miserable most of

I nod my head immediately laughing at

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying."

the first person to tell me that ironically."

them