The public eye || Jake Gyllenhaal

6. Too perfect

He quickly pulls over to the side of the road, unbuckling his seatbelt and leaning over to unbuckle yours as well. "What's wrong? Are you going to be sick?" He asks, his voice gentle as he brushes your hair out of your face.

I do something I'm probably going to regret but I do it anyway, I lean in and quickly connect our lips as I do so his eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn't pull back. Instead, his hands grasp your waist, pulling you closer as his mouth parts, deepening the kiss. He breaks away after a few moments, breathing heavily as he rests his forehead against yours. "Y/N..."

My eyes are still closed, I don't want to open them and realize what I have done so I keep them closed. "I want you, Jake. I want you so fucking much." I confess, I'm not thinking straight I wasn't even sure about my feelings. I barely know the guy and here I am saying I want him.

His eyes flutter closed, a pained expression crossing his face. "Y/N, you're drunk. And I promised myself I wouldn't take advantage of you like that." He says, his voice strained. "But God, I want you too..."

"I don't believe you" I whisper against your lips,

He lets out a low groan, his fingers clenching your blouse. "But I do. I want you more than anything. But I need you to remember this in the morning. I need you to remember choosing this."

I nod, saying quickly "I will"

He hesitates for a moment before giving in, his mouth crashing against yours once more. He unbuckles his seatbelt and slides into the backseat, pulling you on top of him. "Wrap your legs around my waist..."

I exactly that, my hands going to your hair as he start to grind against you, his erection pressing against your core. "Fuck, Y/N..." He mutters, his hands grasping your breasts through your shirt. "I've dreamed of this for so long..." He starts to unbutton your blouse, his fingers shaking slightly before stopping himself. "Fuck, I can't do it. I can't do it knowing that you're drunk. it's wrong...it's so wrong"

I continue to unbuckle my own blouse "it's not, Jake. I'm okay, I want it"

He watches as you reveal your bare skin, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard. "Y/N... please... I'm trying to do the right thing here..." *His voice is strained, his eyes filled with desire and conflict. Until he pushes you gently off him before he gets back into the drivers seat.

"why don't you want me? You say you do but you don't actually want me. What's so wrong with me?" I try to hold back tears, the alcohol in my system doing wonders at this point.

He grips the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white. "No, no, that's not it at all. You're... God, you're perfect. Too perfect. And I can't take advantage of you like this. Not when you're drunk. I won't be that guy. "

He turns to face you, his expression pained. "Please don't cry. Please... just come home with me. Spend the night. Let's talk. Let's sober up. And if in the morning you still feel this way... God, please just come home with me."

I turn away, looking out of the window, not wanting to talk. Jake realize that and he starts the engine and begins to drive.

He parks the car in his driveway and gets out, walking around to open your door. He helps you out, wrapping an arm around your waist to support you. "Come on, let's get you inside." He leads you into his house and up the stairs to his bedroom.

He sits you down on the bed, kneeling in front of you to remove your shoes. "Do you want some water? Or maybe something to eat?" He asks, his voice soft as he looks up at you. "You should probably hydrate."

"I just want to go to sleep"
I say quietly, feeling like a complete mess. How could I be this desperate for him?

He nods, standing up and pulling back the covers on the bed. "Alright, let's get you to bed then." He helps you lay down, pulling a blanket over you. He sits down on the edge of the bed, gently brushing a strand of hair out of your face before getting up.

I notice the change in the bed, the mattress lifting back up. I open my eyes and look for Jake, finding him by the door.
"Where are you going?" I say barely speaking, coming out as a whisper.

He pauses, looking at you for a moment before responding. "I'm just going to sleep in the guest room tonight. I don't think it's a good idea for us to be in the same bed, not when you're in this state."