Why Won't You Fall Into My Arms?

Chapter Twelve

The next morning I awoke without that extra heat I’d become adjusted to. Opening my eyes slightly confirmed my suspicion that Jack Adams was no longer laying beside me.

I tried to figure out how I felt about that, staring at the ceiling and wondering just what I wanted from Jack. We were friends, of that I was certain, but we were treading dangerous waters. He didn’t realise how he was making me feel with his every joke and every touch.

And last night I’d been so terrified for him. Everything I had been suppressing and denying had hit me full force, wondering if this was the last chance to for me to tell him how I felt.

“Good morning beautiful,” his voice sliced through my thoughts as he entered his bedroom.

There were soft bruises crawling all along his bare chest and arms, some nastier ones purpling across his collarbone. I couldn’t help but cringe into the sheets just wondering how sore they must have been. Jack’s face, however, remained smiling. In fact, he was almost glowing, the sunshine from outside coveting him as if he were some God.

                “I made you breakfast Soph,” he said, my eyes only just acknowledging the tray he had balanced in his hands.

                Oh God, he was making it so hard for me to go back to pretending I hated him. Last night things had changed. He felt it too, that was why he placed the scrambled eggs down in front of me and shot me his most perfect smile. He was making it obvious which direction he wanted us to move in.

                “How are you feeling now?” I propped myself up to grab his offered food.

                “Fine, I’ve had a lot worse than this at football practise believe me,” he brandished at his battle scars. “It’s cute that you’re worried though.”

                “I’m not worried...” I trailed off to take a mouthful of his eggs. I was worried though, and last night I had been beside myself.

                “Like I said,” he murmured, sitting down on the bed by my legs and levelling an intense gaze my way “I think you’re cute.”

                Shifting suddenly uncomfortable, I took another large mouthful.

                “These are really good, I had no idea you could cook.”

                Jack laughed and reached forward to steal a forkful for himself “I amaze even myself sometimes.”

                I just rolled my eyes, finishing my breakfast and setting the tray beside me. I liked this. I liked sitting here with Jack, having him look at me as if I was the best thing to have ever happened him, bathing in a happiness that I didn’t fully understand.

Yawning sleepily, I swung my legs from the bed to sway somewhat with the stupor I was trying to shake off. Instantly, Jack was up and by my side.