The public eye || Jake Gyllenhaal

9. Say it all darling

"I'm here." His voice echoed through the apartment, making you jump a little. You had been so lost in your thoughts, preparing for the date, that you hadn't heard him knock.

"I didn't lock the door? it's like I'm asking to be killed" Joking, even though it wasn't that really funny. I still did a little chuckle at it to light up the mood.

"Killed?" He asked, his voice tinged with amusement as he pushed open the door and stepped inside. "You really think I'm the murdering type?" He set the dessert box he was carrying on the counter before turning to face you, a smirk playing on his lips.

I nod, a smile playing on lips "well, you're a man for starters" I say jokingly but it wasn't really a lie, because he could actually kill me if he wanted to. I'm not even close to being as strong or fast as he is.

He laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Well, that's true." He stepped closer, his gaze never leaving yours. "But if I was going to murder you, I wouldn't do it on our second date. That'd be bad form."

"If not now, then when? I need to put it on the calendar, you know" I tilt my head.

"Hmm..." He pretended to think about it, his finger tapping against his chin. "Probably after the fifth or sixth date. Gotta give you time to fall in love with me first." His voice was low, teasing.

"Oh yeah smart, so i like fully trust you" playing into it, like we don't sound like two complete weird psychos.

"Exactly." He grinned, his eyes glinting with amusement. "And then, bam!" He made a dramatic stabbing motion with his hand. "You're gone. And no one would suspect a thing because you'd be so hopelessly in love with me."

"Genius, well thank you for planning the murder on me... with me" I chuckle as I shrug.

"Anytime." He leaned against the counter, his gaze never leaving yours. "So, what's for dinner?" He asked, changing the subject smoothly. "I hope it involves... ingredients." He let the word hang in the air, his eyes flicking down to your lips.

My cheeks goes instantly red, exposing me right away. "well since I can't cook, I did the easiest thing ever and ordered pizza"

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement at your blush. "Ah, smart move. I'm a fan of easy." He pushed off the counter and walked over to you, reaching out to gently tip your chin up with his finger. "And I'm also a fan of red cheeks."

I gently push you back a bit "stop you're making it worse"

He let out a soft laugh, his finger still gently resting against your chin. "Making what worse?" He asked, his voice low and playful. "The pizza? Or the fact that I really want to kiss you right now?" He leaned in closer, his face inches from yours.

"you know, we didn't kiss goodbye last time, we didn't even hug. we really stuck at this whole dating thing" I chuckle.

"That's because we were both trying to play it cool, weren't we?" He murmured, his breath warm against your lips. "so why don't we catch up on that kiss now?" He stated, his eyes locked on yours.

I nod, my head doing it without hesitation. I didn't even think about it before nodding.

Slowly, he leaned in, his hand sliding from your chin to cup your cheek. His lips pressed against yours, gentle and soft. He deepened the kiss, his tongue parting your lips and exploring your mouth. His other hand snaked around your waist, pulling you closer.

His hand trailed down from your cheek to your jaw, his thumb caressing your cheekbone as he continued to kiss you deeply. His other hand splayed across your back, pressing you against him. His breathing hitched as your fingers threaded through his hair, a low groan escaping him.

He broke the kiss, panting softly as he looked at you with hungry eyes. "We should probably eat the pizza before it gets cold," he said, his voice strained. He stepped back, running a hand through his hair to calm the mess you made.

Swallowing hard, standing there in the middle of my living room like that one emoji, so awkwardly. "yeah we should probably do that" I say not breaking eye contact.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. He picked up the pizza box and carried it over to the coffee table, setting it down and lifting the lid. The aroma of hot pizza filled the room. He looked back at you, a smile playing on his lips. "You know, I was thinking..." He pauses looking down at yours lips before continuing, "Instead of plates, let's just eat it straight from the box. And instead of a movie, let's make out on the couch." He grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. "What do you say?"

"you really went from being completely against us to wanting to make out on my couch. great character development if you ask me" I said with a slight shock being stuck in my joke.

He laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Well, you know what they say. 'Don't knock it till you've tried it.'" He leaned in, his voice low and teasing. "And I really want to try... making out with you on the couch."

My cheeks again exposing what im feeling by blushing like crazy. His grin widened at your blush, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "That's a yes, then?" He asked, his voice soft. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Say it. Say 'yes, Jake, let's make out on the couch.'"

I hesitate finding it awkward to say it, looking away for a bit before looking back into his eyes. "Yes, Jake" I say hoping that it's good enough.

He grinned, his breath hot against your skin. "Yes, Jake what?" He prompted, his voice low and teasing. "Say it all, darling."

"...lets make out on the couch" I say slowly, the eye contact growing tense.

"And let's forget about the pizza for now." His hand slid down your side, his fingers curling around yours and pulling you towards the couch. He sat down, pulling you onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close against him. His lips found yours in a deep, hungry kiss. He pulled you tighter, his fingers tangling in your hair as he kissed you like he's been starving for you.

I kissed him back instantly, my hands going back to his hair. He groaned into the kiss, his fingers tightening in your hair as he tangles his fingers in it. His other arm wraps around your back, holding you firmly against him as he kisses you with everything he has. He breaks the kiss for a moment, his lips trailing along your jaw and down your neck.

"You taste so good..." He mumbled against your skin, his hands roaming your back. His fingers brushed against the hem of your shirt, slowly slipping underneath to touch your bare skin. He looked up at you, his eyes filled with desire. "Is this okay?"

I quickly nod.

He took your nod as encouragement, his hands sliding up your back, his fingers splaying wide. He leaned in to kiss you again, deepening it as his hands continued to explore your back. His thumbs brushed the underside of your bra, his touch light.