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“Good.” He nods and between the light in the studio and the angle of his face I get a flash of another man.
Travis. Scar.
In that moment, the similarity between them is undeniable. It’s only a second, but it’s enough for Jake to notice that something is up. “What?” he asks, grinning at me in a way that tells me I must have a pretty amusing expression on my face.
“Nothing,” I say, getting my breath back. “Nothing, you just reminded me of someone, that’s all.”
“Anyone I know?” Jake laughs as he gets closer to me, lifting my chin up so that our lips are only inches apart.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I tease, kissing him quickly on the lips to prevent any more questions being asked. That’s lie number two, Aimee , I tell myself. I reason that both lies have been for Jake’s own benefit, but that doesn’t do much to stop me from feeling like I’ve done something wrong.
“You tired?” he asks after our soft kiss.
“Dead tired,” I confirm, suddenly realizing that I really am. Between not getting much sleep the night before, lunch with the Summers, working an 8-hour shift at the diner, and then being shocked half to death by the explosion, it’s been a busy day.
“Me too,” Jake laughs. “Look at us, we’re like an old married couple already.”
“Yeah, like all those old married couples that go to bed at 4 in the morning,” I reply dryly, bantering back.
“I like the idea of that, though,” Jake says after a moment’s musing.
“Well, I’m no night owl so if you want to go to bed at this time every night, you’ll be on your own,” I tell him in no uncertain terms as I make my way to the bathroom. I strip off my clothes that smell a little of ash and let the cool material of my nightdress slip over me.
I’m brushing my teeth when Jake walks in. “No, that’s not what I meant,” he says, looking pointedly at me. “I was talking about the married couple part.” He smiles at my reflection in the mirror as my jaw drops. “You’re, um… drooling a little there, Winters,” he notes, dead-pan as he wanders out of the bathroom again like what he’s just said is no big deal.
I blink at my reflection. Did I just hear what I think I hear? Once the shock has worn off I feel my smile spreading so wide across my face that it actually hurts my cheeks. I hurriedly finish with my teeth and virtually run out of the bathroom, tiredness forgotten.
“What did you just say?” I ask, or rather, squeak.
“Why? Are you freaking out again?” Jake asks from the bed, looking a little like he’s expecting me to run out the door.
“No. Yes. A little,” I say, noting that a multiple-choice answer isn’t really any kind of an answer at all. “You just caught me off guard is all,” I tell him. “And all this.” I gesture to the space between us. “It’s all… pretty new.”
“I didn’t mean tomorrow, Winters,” Jake says through his smile. “I meant one day. Does that help to reduce the setting on your freak-out scale?” He assesses the effect his words have had on me.
“A little,” I admit.
“Come here,” he says. He opens his arms and I walk over to him as if I’m being pulled by a magnetic force and I couldn’t get away even if I had wanted to, which I don’t.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jake settles us together in the bed in our sleeping position that has become customary. Next to him, snuggled in tight, is pretty much my favorite place to be in the world. The full impact of Jake’s words wash over me and I can’t deny that I like the idea of us, all old and wrinkly, walking hand in hand into the sunset. I want to believe that’s possible, that we’re not crazy to think that we can have that.
I remember the fact that Jake threw himself on top of me when the explosion filled the sky, protecting me from whatever
Travis. Scar.
In that moment, the similarity between them is undeniable. It’s only a second, but it’s enough for Jake to notice that something is up. “What?” he asks, grinning at me in a way that tells me I must have a pretty amusing expression on my face.
“Nothing,” I say, getting my breath back. “Nothing, you just reminded me of someone, that’s all.”
“Anyone I know?” Jake laughs as he gets closer to me, lifting my chin up so that our lips are only inches apart.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I tease, kissing him quickly on the lips to prevent any more questions being asked. That’s lie number two, Aimee , I tell myself. I reason that both lies have been for Jake’s own benefit, but that doesn’t do much to stop me from feeling like I’ve done something wrong.
“You tired?” he asks after our soft kiss.
“Dead tired,” I confirm, suddenly realizing that I really am. Between not getting much sleep the night before, lunch with the Summers, working an 8-hour shift at the diner, and then being shocked half to death by the explosion, it’s been a busy day.
“Me too,” Jake laughs. “Look at us, we’re like an old married couple already.”
“Yeah, like all those old married couples that go to bed at 4 in the morning,” I reply dryly, bantering back.
“I like the idea of that, though,” Jake says after a moment’s musing.
“Well, I’m no night owl so if you want to go to bed at this time every night, you’ll be on your own,” I tell him in no uncertain terms as I make my way to the bathroom. I strip off my clothes that smell a little of ash and let the cool material of my nightdress slip over me.
I’m brushing my teeth when Jake walks in. “No, that’s not what I meant,” he says, looking pointedly at me. “I was talking about the married couple part.” He smiles at my reflection in the mirror as my jaw drops. “You’re, um… drooling a little there, Winters,” he notes, dead-pan as he wanders out of the bathroom again like what he’s just said is no big deal.
I blink at my reflection. Did I just hear what I think I hear? Once the shock has worn off I feel my smile spreading so wide across my face that it actually hurts my cheeks. I hurriedly finish with my teeth and virtually run out of the bathroom, tiredness forgotten.
“What did you just say?” I ask, or rather, squeak.
“Why? Are you freaking out again?” Jake asks from the bed, looking a little like he’s expecting me to run out the door.
“No. Yes. A little,” I say, noting that a multiple-choice answer isn’t really any kind of an answer at all. “You just caught me off guard is all,” I tell him. “And all this.” I gesture to the space between us. “It’s all… pretty new.”
“I didn’t mean tomorrow, Winters,” Jake says through his smile. “I meant one day. Does that help to reduce the setting on your freak-out scale?” He assesses the effect his words have had on me.
“A little,” I admit.
“Come here,” he says. He opens his arms and I walk over to him as if I’m being pulled by a magnetic force and I couldn’t get away even if I had wanted to, which I don’t.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jake settles us together in the bed in our sleeping position that has become customary. Next to him, snuggled in tight, is pretty much my favorite place to be in the world. The full impact of Jake’s words wash over me and I can’t deny that I like the idea of us, all old and wrinkly, walking hand in hand into the sunset. I want to believe that’s possible, that we’re not crazy to think that we can have that.
I remember the fact that Jake threw himself on top of me when the explosion filled the sky, protecting me from whatever
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