Frayed Edges

A Really Good Guy

The high pitched screech of an alarm ripped through Mia's hungover haze. It was turned off as quickly as it began and she was able to sink deeper into the bed she lay in. As a gentle hand ran its fingers through her hair, she became more aware of her surroundings nuzzling further into the arms wrapped around her. She remembered the night before and desperately tried to hold onto the last few moments of peace with Jake.

"Mia" he whispered into her ear. She only hummed in response her head not leaving his chest. "I have to go to work, my captain will kill me if I'm late, well later than usual."

She groaned again tightening her grasp around his body. "Call in sick, how can you even think about going to work I feel rough as anything"

She felt Jakes chest rise and fall as he breathed a laugh. "Listen, nothing would make me happier than lying in bed with you all day and repeating s little of what happened last night. But Brooklyn doesn't stop so neither do I" he placed a kiss on her forehead before reluctantly untangling himself from her embrace.

She finally opened her eyes completely and watched Jake pull on his shirt and boxers. "I need coffee" he groaned.

"Same" she echoed in a croaky voice. He smirked finding her delicate state adorable, he tossed her a shirt before heading to the kitchen to start the machine. Mia followed, her long hair slightly matted and her makeup mildly smeared from their wild night.

"So what are you an airline pilot?" She asked opening his cupboards in search of a mug. A puzzled look spread across his face. "You said something about a captain?"

He laughed "Not quite, funny guess though my dad is a pilot." He took two cups and filled them with the freshly brewed pot. "I'm a cop"

"Oh" she breathed.

"Thought you would've have guessed from all that talk about Die Hard. Do you wanna use the shower or?"

"Um... No actually you reminded me I gotta get home I have some things I need to do today as well." She placed the coffee cup on the table behind her before heading back to Jake's room. Her clothes from the night before were scattered with reckless abandon so it took her a while to gather them all. Jake appeared in the doorway.

"Are you sure you don't wanna borrow some clothes, it's still cold and you're a lot more sober than you were when you wore that dress last night." He joked, half heartedly.

"No it's fine I have to go" she dressed rapidly and began digging out her discarded heels that had become lodged under the bed. When she stood again Jake was behind her with a sweater in his outstretched hand.

"Take it" he said with a tinge of unease. Mia didn't move so he slipped it over her head. He pulled the hood down so she could properly see then leaned in and kissed her. It was meant as something gentle but soon their tongues found each other as his hands pulled her body closer to his.

"I have to go Jake" she repeated once they had pulled apart.

"I don't have your number" she didn't say anything, and instead placed her head on his chest. He held her close knowing she would disappear out that door at any moment.

"I don't think this was a very smart idea" she whispered.

"What do you mean?"

"You're a really good guy Jake" she kissed his lips for another brief second then slipped out of the door, taking one last lingering look. It shut behind her with a soft thud, and with that, Jake was alone again.

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This is short I know but I have a lot more to show! Hope you're loving the pairing so far, please vote and I love reading comments!