Little Did I Know

Chapter eight

Emma

Somehow, Jakob convinced me to come back to their apartment to get dry and warm again. He didn't try to kiss me when we were standing in the rain earlier. It would've been an opportune moment. It had strong rom-com vibes going on, if you didn't count in the fact that I was the one in the moment and a member of the conversation taking place. Which wasn't fun.

"You can go ahead and take a shower first. I'll find something for you to wear, while your clothes dry. I'll leave it right outside the door, okay?" Jakob said rummaging through his clothes.

"Thank you," I said shivering. It had been a rather cold experience, apparently. I didn't feel the effects of standing in a down pour of rain before we got into his warm room. I didn't really register anything when we were outside. Nothing but the awful feeling of hurt. Which was just ridiculous.

I stepped into his adjoining bathroom. Thank God for that. I didn't feel like bumping into any more people and do the unnecessary small talking taking place at parties. Especially not after the talk with Jakob.

Oohhh, geez. Jakob was a boy with a lot of products. There were tons and tons of hair and face products on the counter and a couple more products on the shelves.

Okay, so maybe not tons, but you catch my drift. There definitely were a lot more than I had or would ever have in my arsenal. He did seem like he used a lot of time on his presence, which I did not. I often just had time to do the bare minimum and it worked so far. But this. This was on a whole other level. I inspected some of the jars and bottles before finally stripping out of my wet clothes and turning the water onto hot.

God, that felt good. The water streamed down my body, leaving me feeling relaxed. Or more relaxed than I was earlier. I wasn't fully comfortable about what happened. What feelings were conjured during the evening. Some I wasn't ready to admit. Maybe ever. Or what was going to happen next.

We hadn't really talked about it, and I didn't think any longer than getting out of my wet clothes. And how nice it had been to be held by him. His strong his arms wrapped around my body protectively. It felt like I could finally take a deep full breath, all the way down to my lungs. Which of course was a big mistake. Because I could smell all of him, and it took me right back to that night a couple of weeks ago and reminded me why I was there in the first place. I'd longed for him. And his body.

I stepped out of the door, slowly opening it more to see Jakob pacing by the door. He walked briskly back and forth while shaking his head, almost like he was having a conversation with himself. Finally, he looked up and stopped dead in his tracks.

And of course, he had taken his shirt off, baring his solid chest for my eyes to feast on. Those chiselled pecs. Those cut-out abs. Those carved obliques leading right down into his loose grey sweatpants.

Jakob cleared his throat, making my head snap up quickly at him. Without a doubt, he had caught me staring at his body. His eyes penetrated mine, leaving me with no questions as to what had gone through his head while I'd ogled his fine physique. My cheeks instantly heated up.

"I'm gonna go use the shower now. Be right back," he said curtly in a raspy voice. Jakob walked quickly past me, taking long strides to the bathroom avoiding any more eye contact with me.

This gave me the opportunity to gather my wits as well as explore a little of his room.

My thoughts were a complete mess. I wasn't sure about anything anymore. I didn't know which leg to stand on. I wasn't used to feeling so much all at once. He gave me all the feels. Good and bad. And I wasn't sure which was which at this point.

His room looked like most guys' do, I'd guess. Big bed, dark blue bed spread. A couple of posters of football and American football players on his walls, which were of course white coloured. There wasn't really that much nitty gritty stuff on shelves or on the walls.