Midnight Blues // Jake Kiszka

twenty six

A/N: welcome to the final chapter! Thank you to everyone who has been reading this story! This one has been so much fun to write! I have a new story on the way, so stay tuned :) this chapter is 18+

My nerves were getting the best of me throughout the entire dinner. I could hear everyone talking, but they were fading into the background, and I could only hear my heart pounding in my chest. I felt his eyes on me from time to time and my breath would hitch in my chest. What could he possibly want to talk about? I had nothing to say to him. The dinner dragged on painstakingly, until finally, everyone was picking up their dishes and bringing them to the kitchen to start cleaning up. I brought my plate to the sink, but was sidestepped by Ronnie who wouldn't let me wash a thing. How could I beg her to do it to avoid her brother without seeming weird?

A hand yanked me from the kitchen, no longer than a second later, and I let out a small yelp. He didn't turn back to look at me as he dragged me up the stairs, and only slowed down when we were outside of his bedroom. He closed the door behind us and swiveled around to face me. I was taking everything in. The walls were a solid gray color, a majority of them covered in different bands posters. It was a fairly plain room--a desk, a bed, and a tall shelf containing endless records. It always amazed me that Jake was so different from his twin--more soft spoken and simple but complex at the same time. 

"Freya." He said. 

I snapped back to reality and met his eyes. I hadn't liked the way that my name sounded, but it sounded so sweet, like it was laced with honey spilling from his lips. 

"I-" he sighed, running a hand through his hair. 

He was nervous, but I wasn't sure what for. Nobody had cornered him into talking. 

"Why are you back?" He asked. 

"Back? I'm not. At least not in your life if that's what you're worried about. I have a job, Jacob. I'm not here to terrorize you or whatever you think I'm here to do. It's just a job." 

"That's not what I meant, I just...I guess I was just wondering how long you're in Frankenmuth for?" His voice was quieter than before, almost making it seem like he wasn't trying to pick a fight.

I was still on the offense. There was no way I was letting my guard down against this man again. 

"Only for a few days until the photos get processed and get approved by my boss." 

"Oh." 

There was a still silence between us and I thought about making a break toward the door, just as I was about to move, I felt his lips on mine. An array of emotions crashed through me. 

I panicked, and was happy that I panicked because that is the correct response for something like this, but against my will, my body gave in and melted into his, deepening the kiss. I wanted to tangle my fingers in his hair, and to feel the warmth of his body against mine. My brain said no. My body would not listen. After what felt like years, I got my body to respond to my brain. I pulled away from the kiss. 

"Jake, what are you doing?" 

"I haven't stopped thinking about you since you left, Freya. I made such a huge mistake. I should have told you how much I valued you while we were together. The way that the sun never shone a day I was without you."

"Jake, this really isn't a good idea. It took me so long to get over you, to get to where I am now."

He shook his head, as if clearing it. 

"I know, I know. This isn't right of me. I just can't live the rest of my life not having told you how I truly feel."

"Jake, I...I just don't know what to say." I couldn't be silent, but nothing came to mind.