Jake comes in with our hot chocolates and pocket's full of chocolates and biscuits. He lays across the middle of the bed next to me rolling onto his side to watch me, tim tam in hand.
"Okay. Hit me with it."
Over the next half an hour I tell him everything that Mr Travern had said, punctuated with gasp's and commentary from Jake. Half way through he stops talking and starts looking really concerned. I can feel tears threatening to gush over, but I push through it and keep talking. If I don't get this out now, I won't get it out ever.
"Jess, this is..." He stops, shaking his head and brushing his fringe from his face. "I can't... We need something stronger then this." He said pointing to the hot chocolate's. I nod, the tears finally making there way onto my face. "Oh Jessie." He pulls me into him for a hug and I breathe in, smelling the familiar scent of him. He smells like jake and dirt, and I realise that his smell makes me feel at home. He pulls back and holds my arms in place next to me. "It's going to be okay. We'll work it out." I look at his cheek and see the little scar from when we where little. We where playing on the swing, him pushing me and me swinging. I got excited and I accidentally swung to high, the back of the swing smashing into his face. I had been mortified when I saw all the blood and apologised profusely but he laughed and told me that the scar made him look tough. I reached out and touched it, running my finger along the line of it. He turned his face and kissed my hand and we both kind of looked at each other, shocked.
"Jessie.." He started but I cut him off, I pressed my mouth against his. His mouth was warm and soft and I couldn't help myself, I grazed my teeth along his bottom lip and he moaned under his breath, grabbing my waist and pulling me against him. Without me telling it to my hand went up and found its way into his hair, the same hair I'd cut and braided numerous times. I felt his hand move down from my waist to my hip where it had rested so many times before but never felt like this. Finally he pulled back, his forehead resting against mine. He was smiling from ear to ear and I couldn't help but smile to. I could still feel a ghost of his lips against mine and I was sure they'd be branded there forever.
"You taste like I thought you would." He smiled, running his thumb along the side of my mouth.
"You thought about what I'd taste like?" I said smiling. He laughed.
"Since your 9th birthday. You had cake on your mouth and I imagined what it would be like to kiss it off you. Very traumatising." He was still smiling like a mad man. So he's wanted to kiss me since we where 9? How had I not noticed till now? The butterflies in my stomach finally calmed down as I remembered what we where talking about before.
"Time to be responsible?" He grabbed my hands and kissed them. "I think it's time to tell mum everything that happened." He saw the panic on my face and laughed. "Okay so maybe not everything." He leaned in and kissed me again and again. We could be responsible in a minute, right now I just wanted to taste him for a little longer.
