Tangled Love

CHAPTER 64

The door swings open and Jake emerges, his eyes lighting up with amusement at the sight of me. The corner of his lips twitch upwards as he leans against the doorway —

"Muffin, get dressed."

"Nope, I'm quite happy where I am." I smile, sinking further into my bed sheets. I'm dressed in one of Jake's white tee shirts with my grey jogging bottoms underneath. A jar of Nutella is balanced professionally in my lap and I'm currently licking the spoon.

The last thing on my mind is getting dressed.

"Why don't you come join me?" I suggest, holding out the spoon towards Jake. Sharing Nutella is a huge step for me, he should feel honoured.

"As amazing as that sounds, I want to take you out." Jake smiles, glancing up at me from under his dark lashes. I pause, butterflies fluttering in my stomach from his words.

"Where to?" I ask calmly, shoving another huge spoonful of Nutella in my mouth which tastes heavenly.

Seriously, which God created Nutella?

The chocolate gods and I owe him everything.

Possibly my first born child.

Jake walks over to me and grabs the Nutella jar from my hands, shaking his head. I protest and reach forward to grab it back, my mouth still full of the chocolatey goodness. Jake raises an eyebrow at me and I pout, folding my arms.

"Where to?" I repeat, eyeing up the jar to strike when the time is right.

"It's a surprise. I'm taking you on a date."

"Like a date with you?" I ask nervously, biting down on my lower lip. To hide the excitement building up inside me, I lung for the Nutella. Jake is faster than me and raises it high into the air, way out of my reach. I whine and jump, attempting to grab it but fail miserably.

"Dear God, my girlfriend's a slob." Jake mumbles and I gasp jokingly, slapping his chest.

"I heard that!" I yell, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Good, I wanted you to." Jake smirks and I huff, crossing my arms over my chest. He rolled his eyes at my behaviour however the affectionate smile on his face never faltered. I like that smile, it made me feel wanted.

"Muffin, you've got ten minutes."

I watch him leave, carrying my Nutella jar with him and internally cried from the distance he was putting between me and Nutella. How does Jake expect me to get dressed for a date in 10 minutes?

I'm not super human.

I run to my closet, tearing off my clothes as I stand in front of it in only underwear. The door opens suddenly and I gasp, dropping down onto the floor behind my bed. I scan the floor, looking for my clothes but they're lying in a crumpled up heap on the other side of the room, out of reach. Great, this could only happen to me.

"Muffin, where the hell are you?"

"Jake, get out."

"Are you hiding from me?" He questions, sounding amused.

"Get out! I'll be ready in ten minutes!"

"Muffin, come out, come out, wherever you are."

I hear his footsteps get closer and I do the first stupidest idea that comes to mind. I jump from my hiding spot and run towards a startled looking Jake. I shove hard at his body in an attempt to push him out of the room.

"Oh, hello." He says smoothly, blue eyes drinking in my appearance. I groan and shove him harder which unfortunately doesn't do much.

"I forgot you're made of stone," I mumble, grabbing his top from the floor and putting it on quickly.

"Made of stone?" Jake asks, his smirk growing wider. I feel my cheeks heat up and Jake chuckles, walking towards me.

"You know Muffin, I will see you naked. I'm your boyfriend now."

I crossed my arms over my chest, glaring at him.

"Not anytime soon, you won't."

I huff and turn my back on him. I feel his hands trail along my hips underneath the shirt and I shiver from his touch, butterflies exploding in my stomach. He brings his head down till he's near my ear and nibbles on it gently.

"Can you take this off again?" He whispers and I'd slap him if he didn't sound so damn attractive.

"Ten minutes, that's all you've got." He murmurs, kissing the spot behind my ear. I instantly feel his body move away from mine and miss his warmth.

As he walks out of the room, I turn to see him give me a heart stopping smile before disappearing. I shake my head, my mouth tugging up into the widest or smiles . . . The boy makes me happy, okay?