The public eye || Jake Gyllenhaal

4. You dont undersand

He kisses you deeply, his hands gently holding your face as he pulls away slightly to look at you. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. But fuck, I just can't help it" he sighs, running a hand through his hair.

That kiss did something with me and without thinking I leaned in and connected our lips. To my stupid luck he kisses me back with just as much passion, his hands moving do n to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Fuck, Y/N... you have no idea how bad I want you right now..." He whispers against your lips. "But..."

"Please don't say it"
I didn't want to hear it, why didn't I want to hear it?

He hesitates, torn between listening to you and doing the right thing. "I...I can't..." he breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. "I can't take advantage of you like this... you're so young, you don't understand how wrong it is"

"You're not taking advantage of me, I know what I'm doing" standing there, defending it like a fool, well more like a dumb idiot.

He looks into your eyes, seeing the sincerity in them. "But I am...I should know better than inviting you to my house." He sighs, pulling away from you completely. "We can't do this, Y/N..."

I back away, "I probably should head back to New York before anyone realizes, wouldn't shock me if there's a photo of me at the airport anyway"

He watches as you step back, his expression unreadable. "Yeah...that's probably for the best" he hesitates before speaking again. "Let me drive you to the airport at least" he offers, his voice gentle.

I nod, going upstairs and packing my bag, checking my phone for any flights anytime soon before walking down where he grabs his keys and wallet, then escorts you out to his car. The drive to the airport is silent, the tension between you two palpable.

As he pulls up to the departures curb, he turns to you "take care of yourself, Y/N" he says softly.

"I will, you too Jake" I say in an almost whisper.

His eyes lock onto yours, the unspoken words hanging in the air between you. He reaches out, gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before pulling back. "Goodbye, Y/N..." He mumbles not really wanting to say it.

I break the eye contact as I unbuckle my seatbelt but before I could open the door he grabs your hand gently, intertwining his fingers with yours. "Wait" he says quietly. He leans in slowly, giving you plenty of time to pull back if you wanted to. But you don't. His lips meet yours in a soft, tender kiss.

As my hands go up to his cheeks to pull him closer he deepens the kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you even closer. He breaks the kiss only to trail his lips along your jaw and down your neck, nuzzling against your collarbone. "Y/N..." he breathes, his voice hoarse with desire. "You should go..."

I hesitate but slip out of his car, not looking back as I walked into the airport, pulling my hoodie over my head not to be recognized.

He watches as you walk away, a mixture of relief and regret and washing over him. He sits there for a moment before starting the car and pulling away from the curb.