The public eye || Jake Gyllenhaal

3. That one look could ruin everything

The next morning I wake up in his guest room. I look around the room for my phone, my eyes finding it on the drawer on the other side of the room.

I get up to get it and in the same second Jake knocks on my door. I turn around to the side and opens the door. Having morning hair and no makeup, my acne that had started to come out on my temple, which I get whenever I'm stressed or on my period. To make it worse I'm wearing a shirt with a cookie and a glass of milk with the text, couple goals. Why didn't I think of wearing something less embarrassing for bed?

He grins a bit at your shirt before looking up at you. "I have a surprise, so I would change if I was you even though I really like that shirt. So poetic, sounds like something William Shakespeare wrote. The love story between a cookie and a glass of milk"

"Shut up"
I chuckle

"You actually don't need to change, I just wanted to talk about your shirt"
He tilts his head with that playful expression.

"Yeah I'm not taking it off"
I chuckle once again, feeling pathetic that I'm making a stupid joke that isn't even funny.

"If you say so"
He sighs, before turning around and walking expecting you to follow and I do. Like a ducking following their mom.

We get to your balcony where I spot ice cream and laughs at the stupidity.

He sits down on one of the chairs, "it's Sunday isn't it?" He chuckles.

I sit down on the chair on the other side of the small round coffee table. He hands me the bowl with ice cream. I bring the spoon up to my mouth, closing my eyes for a moment as the sun shines directly into my eyes.

Suddenly he puts a pair of sunglasses over my eyes. I open my eyes as he does that.

"Thank you"
I say a bit surprised, "aren't you gonna wear a pair too?" Noticing that you didn't have another pair on you.

He shakes his head, "nah I'm okay, the sun doesn't really bother me that much" he pauses "was it good?" He nods his head at the ice cream.

"Oh yeah, salted caramel, my favorite. Did you know that or did you just take a guess?"

He smiles "I may have remembered you talking about it on one of our calls"

I chuckle shaking my head
"You seem to remember a lot of things"

"Yeah" the truth was that he had only remembered them because they were small things about you that you didn't put much thought into that you actually liked. He wanted you to feel appreciated.

We finish our "brain food" and he heads into the gym. I didn't know what to do and I didn't want to awkwardly spend my entire time at his place in the guest room on my phone. So I was just sitting there watching him work out as he explained what all the different types of workouts were good for. The entire time I just nodded and smiled, asked some dumb questions and got some answers I didn't fully understand.

"Come" He says waving you over with his hand.

I get up slowly before walking over to him. He stops me before placing his hands on my hips and guiding me to stand being the bench. He lets go of my hips as he walks back around and lays down on the bench.

"Hold your hands under the bar incase I need help, okay?"

I nod, looking down at him"Okay"

He begins to bench press, after sometime he stops and places it right back but he continues to lay there, just looking at you. "You're beautiful like this, without trying." He pauses "you're beautiful when you get ready and of your makeup and stuff too." Then he look away before sitting up sighing "I'm sorry"

I had been standing there frozen from the compliment, I didn't expect to be complimented on my looks here, now. Not when I look my absolute worst. "It's okay, thank you. You don't need to apologize."

"I do" he's not even looking my way.

"Why? It's just a compliment"
I shrug like it's nothing even though it made my heart beat faster.

"Because...i shouldn't say that about you. You're too young for me to look at you that way. Fuck, I don't even know why I invited you over or why I even just had to message you after finding out your age." He signs even louder.

I hesitate but walk around to look at you in the face instead of the back of his head. "What do you mean by looking at me that way?"

His hand goes to his face, his veins slightly showing. "You know what way"

I look down, swallowing hard before saying.
"Maybe I want you to look at me like that"
My words almost get stuck in my throat.

He removes his hand from his face to look at you, "you don't get it, I could be your dad."

"I know"
I look at him pleadingly and I don't know why I'm even fighting for this, do I even want this?

"Looking at you that way could ruin my reputation, one look, just that one look."

"I'm sorry" is all I manage to get out now, two seconds ago I was talking about how I want him to look at me like that but now I can barely say a word. What is happening?

"Why are you apologizing?"
He stands up, now it's him who's looking down at the other person.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I keep on saying those things"

"You're saying them because that's how you feel"
His eyes searching for yours.

I shake my head.

"Don't lie, Y/N"

"I'm sorry"
I mumble

"Stop apologizing..." is all he managed to get out before he made a split decision to lean in kissing my lips, placing his hands on my cheeks to pull me closer.