“I’m going for a run … I’ll pack when I get back.” He makes to move away, but falters, reaching out, he shoves my shoulder so that my laptop slips slightly. I snap my chin up to look at him, surprised, and identify the wariness and the glint of playful. He’s trying to make amends; he’s trying to smooth it over and get back to yesterday too. I relax with a sigh; there’s my Jake, back to being adolescent, trying to make me smile and it’s working. Our stupid juvenile way.

“I’m suing you for sexual harassment.” I chuckle shyly. Making light of it all, hopeful that it’ll work. My heart still beating fast, wanting to just let this go.

“I’ll blame Jack Daniels for my misdemeanors. I was in no way in control of my faculties last night.” He smiles, filled with relief, the tension between us evaporates and he ruffles my hair in his irritating manner.

“Go away and have your run. Stop annoying me.” I mock pout and smile to myself as he wanders off, giving me a backward glance and a cheeky grin.

We’re okay. It’s done …

Back to how we were. Like it never happened.

* * *

I drop my pen several times and catch him frowning at me several more, alerting me to the fact I’m twisting my hair absent-mindedly.

When the hell did that habit return? That crap stopped months ago when I relaxed with my new boss.

I’ve been so antsy and jumpy on this flight; I think it’s the lack of sleep. It’s a six-hour flight, give or take, and so far, I’ve spent most of it rereading the same document in front of me. My focus is shot so I slide the laptop closed and check my cell for the twentieth time.

Jake’s now asleep in his seat, with headphones on, listening to his playlist before he dropped off. I smile as I recognize a song with the lyrics “Cry Baby” playing quietly even from here. Our passing of jokes song.

right now, his face fascinates me. I forget that he’s still only in his twenties. I know he’s older than me, but still,

… Jake will always be this way. Cool and relaxed like his mother. Effortlessly laid

eyes, the easy charm and smile he treats everyone to. I watch him for a while longer, finding peace in it, watching him breathe, watching him lay motionless; fully trusting his staff to fly us home. I’ve rarely slept on any of the flights at all. I’m not a good flyer; something he teases me about it endlessly. Edgy and tense until we land as having to put my life in someone else’s hands doesn’t sit well with

my attention for an hour. I know I keep adjusting my position and I pick up my pen so many times, just to have something

me to turn to face him, he’s regarding me with heavy lids, all boyish yet handsome at the same time. My heart melts a little

in, but his green eyes

so

you.” He returns the same gesture, and I start frowning with

“What?” suspicion rising internally.

position and closes his eyes. Confidence

the Caribbean … And you don’t get

***

wine and two glasses on the table. I sigh, bristling inside and ponder showing up at Jake’s apartment for the night as he offered. I should have stopped over, instead of the extra car journey home; we’d be

I don’t attempt to call out again. I just go to my room and dump my luggage by the bed, glad to be home, yet at the same

work days flowing into each other has meant a long few weeks of barely, rarely, being separated and I guess it’s why I feel it more now than ever. I haul open my suitcase and discard some of the dirty laundry into the hamper, plug my technology

desk and I glimpse the notification with Jake’s name, lighting the screen. I pick It up with a smile that lifts my mood and I warm at the familiar

has gifted

swipe open the screen without hesitation and open the email,

sent you “Bryan Adams” – “When You’re

I know the song well and laugh at his cuteness. I guess he’s feeling the same; like his right hand has been removed. I laugh at the pun, scrolling iTunes, looking for an appropriate title while listening to the song he’s sent me. So very Jake,

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