The Boyz Anthology

We're Broken Up, Aren't We? - Jacob Bae

Your entire body tenses when Jacob puts his hand on your thigh. You keep the smile on your face as you make eye contact with your best friend across the table, who had no clue that you and Jacob broke up last week.

It wasn’t her fault that she didn’t know. You had every intention of telling her until she asked you to set her up with Kevin, Jacob’s best friend. For some stupid reason, you told her you would. It quickly backfired on you, however, when she asked you to come with them on their date and to bring Jacob so things wouldn’t be awkward. If only. You didn’t think things could get any more awkward.

You feel Jacob move his hand higher up your thigh and you shoot him a look. He must feel your glare because he turns to you with a smirk and raises one of his eyebrows, daring you to say something. You grind your teeth together and return your attention to your friend, determined to ignore him.

You and Jacob never lacked sexual chemistry. No, the two of you were dynamite in that area. What you lacked was communication, which is what led to your breakup. Unfortunately for you, you had the willpower of a piece of paper and found yourself continuously hooking up with Jacob after the split.

You grab his hand to stop his travels and feel him laugh beside you. He pulls his hand away and puts it around your shoulders instead. You have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes when your friend smiles at the action.

“You two are so cute!”

Jacob turns to you with a smile. “We are, aren’t we?”

You reach for your water and take a drink but not before muttering the words “so cute”.

By some horrible string of luck, when you go to place your water down, Jacob moves his arm, bumping the glass and spilling it all over you.

You all gasp and Jacob immediately grabs napkins from the table. “I’m so sorry.”

Something about his tone makes you pause, and you look up at him as he pushes the napkins down onto your thighs. When you meet his stare, you see the mischievous glint in his eyes and realize that this motherfucker just did that on purpose.

While the two of you make eye contact, Jacob subtly moves the napkins and presses them directly against your core. You whimper as he adds extra pressure to make sure you feel him through your jeans, and he smirks.

“Oh my god, are you alright?”

“She’ll be fine,” Jacob answers your friend while pulling you up from the table. “Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of her.”