Trapped Together (Complete)

~ Chapter 8 - 1:03pm ~

She stared at him, her eyes round; she knew that because she had no clue what she was doing. Well, no, that's a lie. She knew perfectly well that she wanted to kiss him, and she did. And she figured if she did that then he couldn't stop her. And he didn't, which spoke volumes. However, it wasn't something that should have happened and the look in his own eyes said that. But why, was the question? She really couldn't believe it was all Jay. She ignored pretty much everything her brother told her anyways about the guys she had been with.

She moved back to her side of the couch and grabbed her cell, surprised to see that a text had even made its way in. Out here, that was so uncommon. She opened the screen and saw the message from Jay hoping that she was okay and that Jake was with her. And that to be smart, wait out the storm, and not do anything stupid. Rachel glanced up at the bars, noticed her signal was gone, and that she couldn't respond. Well, what would she say? It was too late to be stupid because she already was?

"Was that Jay?"

"Yeah, I'm going to assume that he sent it a while ago and it just filtered through now," she answered, setting her phone back down. "He told me to remain here and that he hoped you were with me." She paused and then turned to look at him. "He also told me not to do anything stupid." Jake snickered at that as he reached his hand over to tug her back against him. This wasn't good, she knew that! Being this close to him meant that she longed for me, wanted more, and that wasn't smart! In fact, this was the exact opposite of what her brother told her to be.

"What's the qualification for stupid?" he asked and she lifted her head to look at him better.

"You aren't asking that, are you?"

"Come on Rachel, we already have stupid in our past." And with that, she sat up to look at him, but she didn't move away. There, he brought it up; it was time to lay this shit on the table. Since it had happened that night, he had been more of a dick to her and she was tired of dealing with it. He had issues, but he didn't want to talk about them, ever, and she was done with that shit.

"Yes, we were." He sighed but she didn't care. He knew her well enough and she was positive that he could pick up on the fact that she wanted to talk about it. And she fucking was.

"We're about to hash that night out, aren't we?"

"I think it's long overdue Jake. And I probably wouldn't have such a huge issue with it if you weren't such a dick to me afterward, as if I did something to you!" She watched as Jake nodded, his hand brushing over her hair, and his eyes staring into hers. Shit, looking like that, she just about forgot what the hell she was asking about. She turned her head away to break his stare and he chuckled so he knew what he was doing.

"Sorry, Rachel, I couldn't help myself. I was trying to distract you, but you're right. We do need to talk about it because my actions thereafter haven't been right to you." She crossed her arms and she moved back a hair, needing room to breathe. Sometimes Jake was just too much and crowded on her senses way too well. "I felt bad about that night."

"Why though Jake?"

"Because I felt like I took advantage of you. We weren't drunk, and we are both adult enough now to admit that." Yeah, to each other, they often claimed that it was a drunken stupid night, but the truth was, they were quite sober. The drink or two they had really did nothing to them.

"You can't take advantage of something that is given freely; you're the one who told me that, Jake." He took her hand, rubbing his thumb along the back of it.

"Were you really giving it to me freely though? I mean you said yes, you knew what we were doing, but you were coming off a bad date, and a fight with a long-time friend. Emotionally, you weren't in the right spot and I sought to be the comfort that you needed. My plan was never to go that far, but when you kissed me, I really did lose all train of thought, and that goes for what's right and what's wrong."