Trapped |Jake Sim|

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Jake opened his eyes, meeting the ceiling. He looked around, seeing Sonny in his arms.

His heart almost beat out of his chest, as he felt as if this was the same memory from before just a continuation of it, as if he was living it.

He could feel her skin under the blanket and against his, and he knew that this was the next morning.

Why?

He questioned it, but his old self was so happy it was hard to control.

It had been the best night of his life. He had never enjoyed being with someone this much ever. This was consolidating every ounce of pleasure and love he had ever felt into just one night.

He was wondering what could have made this so different, but the only thing he could come up with was how magical Sonny seemed to be.

Sonny was the epitome of everything sensual, and even then, he couldn't help but think, that if they were to never be together after this night, he was never going to have sex as good as this ever again.

The now Jake, feeling the feelings of old Jake, almost found it funny and dumbfounding. It was only his first night with her and he was already thinking there was no one else in the world like her.

Not just with sex, but with everything.

She was happy with her own life, satisfied with her decisions. She knew what she wanted and what she didn't want. She did everything wholeheartedly and never gave less than what someone else gave her, and maybe even more.

She never did things without meaning.

And he found that so fascinating, that even when having sex, which sadly not a lot of people in his generation consider as a big deal, she gave it her entire soul.

It felt like more than just momentary pleasure, it was ecstasy.

A knock at the door made him lazily look over, before looking at Sonny, trying to gently sit up without waking her.

He tried to look around for his clothes, but they were scattered everywhere. So without having to get out of the blanket, he knew where Sonny kept her shower towels and opened the drawer attached to the bed, grabbing one as quickly as possible and placing it around his waist.

A loud knock happened again making him furrow his eyebrows.

"Coming. Jeez." He whispered harshly, before opening the door, his hair all over the place.

The landlord stood there, and he looked at Jake up and down, before looking slightly behind him for less than a second.

"Who are you?" He asked, making Jake raise his eyebrows.

"I'm Sonny's...friend? I think. I don't know." He said, narrowing his eyes a little. "Are you here for the heater?"

"Yes."

Jake stared at the man for a few seconds.

"Wasn't it too late last night for you to be knocking at her door?" He asked softly and the man raised his eyebrows.

"Did you want her to freeze?"

"I recall her telling you it was fine to come in the morning."

The landlord only stayed quiet for another few seconds, before shaking his head.

"Is she here now?"

"She's asleep. Maybe you can come a little later. She'll be fine, it's not as cold as it was last night anymore." Jake answered politely, closing the door a little more as the landlord was trying to look behind him as if to confirm his words. "She's not... dressed appropriately for you to look inside, dude."