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Sitting on the edge of the mattress, Jannis runs a finger down his leg. Our little agreement has the potential to be really fruitful, you know, Jake. Just the two of us can enjoy hedonistic pleasures for three more nights. With her towel flung apart, she reveals her ample bosom as she presses a passionate kiss to his lips. After returning her kiss, Jake takes a little step back. I still have a few weeks before returning to college, so I was hoping that maybe we may resume our travels when I get back home, mom. Obviously, we need to watch out that dad doesn't see us.

But Jake just looked up from his painting and gazed at her blankly without saying a word, his eyes almost bored. “Come on, won't you say hello to your aunty?" Brittany tried again with an even more sweet voice but inwardly she was rolling her eyes. “No," Jake gave a single monotonous reply and didn't bother explaining himself, he just picked up his crayons and continued stroking each color across his white paper. Brittany sneered as he turned his face away, he was indeed a miniature version of his mother, Megan, with the same piercing blue eyes and mischievous grin. It was almost like he was staring at Megan's younger self right there on the couch.

"Dad, Mum, what are you talking about?" Jake asked, he had impulsively stood up as he stared at them. A young lady rushed towards Jake while tapping her phone and showed the screen to Jake. Frowning, Jake shuddered as he stared at the screen. Beautiful and clear pictures of Jake and Dohana at the table having drinks, at the dance floor, while they running up the stairs to the top deck of the yacht, then a picture of them half naked swimming at the pool and drinking alcohol. Lastly, there were pictures of them cuddling and kissing by the pool side.

"But while we're waiting to hear about Dass, we can go out a little, instead of being cooped up here all day thinking and worrying. It doesn't help me in any way, I believe the fresh air will do us some good." Jake smiled, "Okay, well who would say no to that? I also get sick of being cooped up all day here." "Okay, I'm going to search for some good places online," I replied. After searching, I showed the spot I picked to Jake and said, "How about this place?" "Yeah it looks lovely," Jake replied. "But, isn't it kind of like for lovers? I mean it says here 'Lovers Hub." I smiled, "Well, the thing is that my fans have been asking for pictures. They believe I'm on my honeymoon and they've been

" I assisted Jake in standing up, holding him up as we walked back to the camp. The villains observed us, their eyes shining with amusement and a hint of something more sinister. I gently lowered Jake next to a tree and started to attend to his injuries. His face was covered in cuts and bruises, with one eye starting to swell closed. "Stay calm," I whispered, using a piece of fabric ripped from my shirt to gently clean a particularly bad wound on his cheek. Jake let out a painful hiss but refused to retreat. He weakly joked, "Our first camping trip didn't go as I had imagined." I attempted to grin, but it came off as more of a grimace. "Yeah, in the future, we will avoid the abduction aspect

“I can help you, Jake. There’s something I can do.” He froze, his sharp gaze locking onto mine. “What do you mean?” I hesitated, choosing my words carefully. “Andrew’s body—it still holds residual energy. I can perform a spell, tap into his memories, and track Jacob that way.” Jake stood abruptly, his presence filling the room. “Absolutely not.” I frowned. “Jake—” “No!” His voice was firm, cutting through the air like a blade. “I won’t let you risk yourself for something so dangerous.”

I braced myself for a joke, for the kind of teasing that had defined our friendship since middle school. But Jake just said, “These are incredible, Ethan.” “They’re just sketches.” “No. They’re not.” He turned to face me. “You have talent. Real talent. Have you thought about sharing them?” “No.” “Why not?” I looked at the wall. At her face, over and over again. “Because they’re not about art. They’re about her. And I don’t want to exploit that.” Jake was quiet for a moment. Then he said, “Maybe it’s not exploitation. Maybe it’s healing.”

And they giggled. “Right,” Marcus chimed in, keeping his eyes to me. “You nearly killed Lucas, so we’re going on a hike. Bonding. Becoming one with the forest. Maybe we’ll find a deer and Jake can flirt with it.” “ONE TIME,” Jake hissed. I rubbed a hand across my forehead. “Fine,” I said finally. “Whatever. Lead the way.” Jake lit up like someone handed him a steak. “YES. I know this trail from when I was a kid. There’s a killer view at the end. Or maybe it was the beginning. Or maybe I’m misremembering and we’ll die. Point is—adventure.”

Jake said, taking the keys. "If you need anything I'll be a call away, sir." Jake nodded his head and Arthur left. I looked around and my eyes landed on the huge picture hanging on the wall. It was Mr. and Mrs. Carter standing with Jake, Jacob, and Veronica. Veronica and Jacob looked in their teens while Jake looked around nine or ten. Jake had a huge smile on his face. He was holding Amanda's hand while she was smiling at him. Veronica and Jacob's hand was resting on their parent's shoulder. They all looked genuinely happy.

Jake hoped to ease her discomfort. “That is true. Alright,” she said. “Though we could always do something else.” “You’re right, sis,” Jeremiah spoke up. “We could take Jake out to rope cattle.” “I want to do the play,” Trevor argued. “Oh, let me see it. If it’s anything like the Christmas play, we’ll all have a good time.” Jake was anxious to do anything but more outdoor activities. Jeremiah was disappointed but reluctantly agreed to join his siblings.