willow; jake seresin

chapter 10

A lot can happen in one hour.

One gym session.

One baked cake.

One episode of a TV show.

One old fling, restrung.

Willow's back hit the wall as Jake pressed his lips further into hers.

She hasn't really been expecting it. Just an hour ago, they were clinging to one another and trying to heal. And now, Jake's hand was slipping beneath the waistband of her shorts, trying to pull it off.

Jake's heart was soaring high. This has been on his mind for a year. Not just the possibility of sex. But the idea of being reconnected with her once more.

It's all he ever wanted from the moment they first hooked up in the backseat of his truck.

He wanted to know every part of her body and soul. He would lie and say it was just sex when it was so much more to that. He loved Willow.

"Jake." Willow whispered, pulling a way for a moment to catch her breath.

"I know." He said, nodding his head. That was her way of telling him it was purely what it was. Sex. Nothing more, nothing less.

The look in her eyes was the same one she gave when she woke up in his bed for the first time.

Willow smiled gently, ignoring the foreign feeling in her chest. She pressed her lips back to him, pushing him forward and towards her bedroom—making sure to avoid the debris of her breakdown.

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A heavy knock pulled Willow from her sleep, lifting her head from the moving chest it rested on. She untangled her bare limbs from Jake's and stood up, grabbing nearby clothes and yanking them on.

She grabbed Jake's shirt and threw it at his face, "Put your clothes on. Someone's here?"

"Who?" He grumbled in a groggy voice.

Willow rolled her eyes, "If I knew who, I would've said who." She stepped out of the room, wincing when her foot stepped in some glass. "Ah, fuck!" She shouted.

"Willow?" A voice came from the other side of the door, concerned. But that wasn't just any voice. No, that was her father's voice.

Jake sat up, wide-eyed. "Fuck." Willow stared at the door before rushing back into her room. "One minute!" She called, picking up Jake's clothes and throwing them at him.

He flinched away from the incoming fabric, looking at her like she was crazy. "What do I do?" He asked. He did not wanna be caught here and have to explain why he was here.

Willow looked around the room. "Go out the window!"

Jake looked at her incredulously, "We're four stories up!"

"Fine, fine. Since you wanna be dramatic, just- stay in here and shut the door." Willow rolled her eyes and rushed out, shutting the door behind her. She took in the disastrous state her house was in a winced.

The door handle twisted beneath her hand as she pulled it open and looked up at her father. "Hey, what's up."

Maverick looked at her, a pass of shock in his eyes and a small smile on his lips. "Hi, I'm actually shocked you opened the door."

"Oh yeah, I'm uh- unpredictable." She shrugged.

"I know." He said and she frowned for a moment.

Willow shook it off and tilted her head, "So, what's up?"

"Um- can I come in?" Pete asked, watching Willow with a furrow in his brows as she turned to look over her shoulder.

Willow had two options. One, let him in and let him see the mess and possibly the man in her bedroom. And two, keep him in the hallway.

Willow pressed her lips together, "Why?"

"I wanted to talk- are you okay?" He asked, noticing her flickering eyes. "I'm not trying to ambush you, Penny gave me your address. This was stupid, I'm gonna go." He turned and began walking towards the stairs.

"Wait- no. No." Willow sighed. Jake had not only made her realize she was wrong to him but to everyone in her life. Especially her father.

Maverick turned and looked at her, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"Uh- come in. Just, maybe, close your eyes."

Pete furrowed his brows, but his confusion dissipated when she opened the door further. His eyes widened as he stepped forward, taking in the wreckage of the apartment. "What the hell happened?!"

Willow scratched the back of head as he walked further inside, looking around corners. "Um- I was bur-burgled." She smiled but it looked more like a grimace.

Maverick looked back at her, about to speak when a crash came from the back of the apartment.

Willow looked down at the floor in defeat.

Pete looked at her before walking forward and down the hall. She rushed forward after him, cussing when she stepped on another piece of glass. "I gotta stop doing that!"

Maverick pushed the door open, freezing when he saw what was inside. Well, who.

Willow rushed up, looking over his shoulder. She rolled her eyes when she saw Jake standing there, a pillow over his crotch—the only things shielding his bare body from the pair.

"Really? Couldn't you put on your clothes?" Willow whisper-shouted.

Maverick was still standing there with a slack jaw, looking between the pair.

Then the yelling began.

"What the fu-"