Smoke And Mirrors

•Eighteen•

We ended up ditching the lawn chair idea and just went to: against the wall.

Jake pushes his forehead into my shoulder, the strap of my tank top loosely hanging from it. My back was to him, I lean my head back so it would hit his shoulder as well.
I feel his warm hands on my hips, holding me steady as if he thought I would to fall.

"Jesus Christ..." He pulls away slowly and pulls his pants up.

I sigh and pick mine off from the floor and slip them back on. I glance around and see the windows were fogged up.

My face flushed a deep red, "Jake...they are going to know."

"They won't know, it's just fog."

"In a shed...that we aren't supposed to have sex in."

"Yeah okay maybe they will" he stares at the two windows and then wiped them off with his sleeve, "Now they will never know."

The windows slowly faded to a blurred glass—it fogged right back up.

"Son of a bitch!" Jake crosses his arms

"Just- let's go before they notice, we have been gone for a while." I pull him out and then say, "I'll make you coffee, bring the wood in."

"Yes ma'am." He starts piling the wood into a wheelbarrow.

I run inside and almost slip but Karen caught me, right by the door, "My goodness, you almost gave me a heart attack."

I laugh a little at myself, "That was embarrassing. I'm alright though."

"Good, what were you doing outside?"

"Talking to Jake," I tug off Josh's boots, "He was cutting wood."

"Oh good! We just ran out, what a sweetheart." She she lets go of me and walks away.

I look back at Jake, him throwing the the last few pieces of wood into the wheelbarrow.
I walk to the coffee pot and brew some grounds, watching the coffee dribble into the glass pot.

I back door opens and Jake was holding a bunch of wood and left a track of snow into the living room as he went back and forth—shoving them into the wood rack.

Kelly walks out of the bathroom and looks at the wet carpet, "Jake take your shoes off, you are getting shit all over."

He looks over his shoulder and then quickly takes them off, "sorry!" He calls from the other room.

I look at Jake and quickly run over and reach down by his hips.

"Woah babe we are inside-" he mumbled, pulling his body away.

"Like I didn't know that dip shit," I pull his fly up, "your fly was open. I'm not trying anything." I take the wood from his arms and walk to the living room.

He blushes, "Right, yeah, sorry," he closes and locks the door.

I shake my head with a smile before walking to the coffee pot, "You want creamer in here?"

"No, I'm good." He pulls off his boots, and hangs his jacket on the chair.

I pour two mugs full, both black and hands one to him, simultaneously yanking off his beanie.
His hair looked like a rat's nest after I pulled off the hat. I let out a small giggle, kissing his cheek.

"I'll let that slide this time." Jake takes a drink of the hot coffee before fixing his hair.

Josh walks down the stairs and furrows his brows as he walks past, "Smell's like coffee and pheromones in here."