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My head is spinning with all the questions I have.Everything falling into place now with what I know now. But I need him to say it, no speculations, just him admitting to everything. “Is this part of some big picture? What is going on? Why am I here exactly? What is going on? Why do you trust Jake and Kelly but not the rest of the team?” The burning question on the tip of my tongue is, why me? Preparing everything for me, following me everywhere, meeting up with my now ex girlfriend… It feels weird to call her that, but it never felt right calling her my girlfriend. “And why did you prepare everything but clothes in my size?” I narrow my eyes at him.He lets out a breathy laugh.“I’ll get clothes for you tomorrow.” Kelly says from the doorway.Slightly startled by his voice, I had forgotten he was here. I am glad I didn’t lay on Jesse’s body like I wanted to. “Why? He is fine in these clothes.” Jesse defends.I regret asking that question now, knowing Jesse, he would focus on
“Okayyyy.”Kelly drags out the word, but he comes to sit on the bed with me. We both hold our breaths, eyes on the door, and after a while, it is still very much silent on the other end. We let out collective breaths.“He had been very stern when he warned me.”“He is a suspect, Kelly. How long do we have to go along with him?” I say this but my voice is only slightly above a whisper when I say the word he doesn’t like. Kelly catches it but doesn’t point it out.Then a beat of awkward silence passes. The hickeys are on full display now that I am sitting directly under the overhead light. Clearing my throat, I bring my hand slowly up to my neck.“This was the only thing that happened.” I say quickly.Why am I explaining myself to him? He didn’t even ask.Because you don’t want him to think badly about you.People pleaser! I shut the voice down immediately.“Did- did you uh, get any information out of him for that?” he asks, unable to meet my eyes.So he doesn’t see when I lowered
I don’t have to answer.A noise coming from the front door drowns the noise of my heart rattling so noisily. Someone was trying to get in. Pushing him behind me, I crouch down, ears perked up, listening for any sounds, any sounds at all. “You are so cute.” he chuckles in my ear and steps right past me.He walks confidently to, his hands in his pockets, not slightly disturbed by the fact that someone might have just broken in. “What are you doing? Don’t just walk in like that!” I whisper, rushing to stop him.He halts and sighs,“Someone ruined my moment, you think I am just going to let them get away with it?”Are you kidding me? His face was splashed on the news, everyone knows what he looks like, they are trying to find him and this is what he says? “This is not some painting you have to steal. They could actually kill you!”The thought of it fills me with so much dread that I push him behind me again, whilst listening to what part of the house they might be. They most likely he
He pulled away first.Again. I almost scream.Why was he doing that? Why do I want more than that? I am supposed to be happy. But I am not. He started it. From the minute we met, till now, he has always made the first move. So why has he pulled away from me now? Two times at that. “Come, let me show you my most treasured part of the cabin.”I don’t want to follow him anywhere. But I don’t want to seem like I was desperate. But you are desperate.I am not. And to prove that, I follow him. “I thought your favorite room was the work out room.” I murmur, as our feet pad across the floor, closing the space between the living room and one of the rooms I am yet to enter. Where is my curiosity? My detective instinct, the one that has helped me figure out most of my cases in the past? How am I living in a house and I don’t know what’s behind a few doors? My answer speaks up.“Very funny. But no. I haven’t let anyone in here, ever. And it may not look it, but I am really nervous about
I don’t get to respond.His hands comes up to my shoulders, spinning me around to face him. Hands snaking around my waist, he pulls me even closer to himself. “Stop me if you don’t want this…” he whispers in my ear. He traps my ear lobe between his lips, a shiver runs through my body.I place my hands on his shoulders in a futile attempt to push him off. I can’t, or more like I don’t want to. He kisses my earlobe- full on sucking the sensitive skin.My body shies away from the onslaught of pleasure that thrums under my skin, his hands land on my butt, pulling me back to himself. My hand immediately lands on his hand, trying to wiggle my way out of his hold, the only part of me that recognizes that I shouldn’t be enjoying this. Ignoring me, his mouth moves to my neck. Tracing an invisible line on my neck, sucking on the skin, licking. My knees are weak, trembling.I feel so many things I have never felt before. “If you want me to stop, use your words.”I can’t even form words.
He has refused to revisit that topic, whilst all I have done is replay the entire conversation in my head. It’s stuck in a never ending loop. One, he has a sister that never showed up in any of our searches, and there’s very little Jake cannot find about a person. Which makes him even more of a mystery than I earlier thought. Two, he has known me for a very, very long time. Somehow his interest in me has not waned. Three, he knows where the item is, he just doesn’t want to hand it over. To protect me he says. “What do you want for dinner?” he asks, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.Distracted by the softness of his hand on the side of my face, I shiver.“How about I cook dinner? You made breakfast this morning.”He narrows his eyes at me.“You just don’t want to eat healthy.”“Of course not. How does one live without carbs and grease?” I sigh, leaning on his chest.He chuckles, the sound vibrates through my entire body. I like the feeling, as a matter of fact, I could ge