“I can’t be mad about things you do while unconscious.” I lie, fully mindful that this is all on me. A secret I’ll never tell him. He stops for a moment taking in my face, his smile slipping as something registers in his mind and my insides somersault.
“You said “We” kissed? Not that I kissed you … So, you kissed me back?” he moves forward, closing the gap between us, his face now serious. All humor gone. I gulp and hesitate, unsure how to answer.
Crap. f**k. s**t.
I look down at what I’m doing, inhaling sharply, thoughts scrambling in panic at how to answer him now. My mouth dries up.
Please don’t, Jake! Don’t go there.
“Morning.” Sophie’s tired voice comes out from behind Jake’s all-consuming stance, and she wanders into view dressed in a fluffy onesie with rabbit ears on the hood.
