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VI

Mallory's P.O.V.

Jake hands the room card to the man behind the counter to check out. I threw Jake's shirt back on with a pair of sweatpants. After our session this morning, we had packed our stuff and headed out. Jake had only booked the room for one night, and we had to be out of there by 11. We ended up leaving at 11:30, though.

"Thanks," Jake says as the man tells us to come back soon.

The man eyes me as I interlock my fingers with Jake, making me feel a bit uncomfortable. I tug on Jake's hand a bit, motioning him to get out of here quicker.

"What is it?" he asks, stopping in his tracks.

"Uh, nothing," I say and pull on him to walk faster.

We head out of the lobby and towards the car. Jake opens the trunk as he places our bags in there. I walk around and get inside as he gets inside too.

"You ready to go?" he asks as he turns on the car.

"Of course," I say.

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Jake inserts the key into the front door of our house. We head in as I head upstairs to our bedroom, bags in hand. Before we got the bags down, we argued about who would take the bags inside. Jake kept telling me that he would do it, but I insisted, and he let it go.

Even after a year together, we still have those pointless fights. We moved in together eight months into our relationship. I was too scared of being alone, and I would have him come over all the time. Until we finally decided just to move in together. He put his house up for rent, and he moved in with me.

We have been a happy little couple since. No more late-night phone calls and texts were asking him to come over and comfort me. We're just a few inches away now.

I open the bedroom door, and there are still some dresses on the bed from me not being able to choose. I set the bag down by the door to pick up the dresses and hang them back up in the closet. I walk back towards the door to grab the bag of clothes as my stomach grumbles in hunger.

"Jake, sweetie?" I call out

"Yeah?" he responds from downstairs

"What're we going to eat for," I look over at the clock "Lunch?"

"That's a good question," he responds.

I put the bag onto the bed, unzipping it and taking out my folded clothes. I open the dresser and put them back in, separating them into different categories: shorts in one drawer, t-shirt in another, etc.

I finish putting away my clothes as I head out of the bedroom, making my way downstairs. I walk into the kitchen, and I see Jake leaning over the counter on his phone. I approach him from behind and wrap my hands around his waist, peeking over his shoulder.

"So, do we feel like sandwiches, Chinese takeout, Mexican, or anything else that comes to mind?" he asks as he looks over at me.

"I'm sort of feeling like french fries and a sandwich," I say

"Sandwiches it is," he says as he opens the UberEats app.

"Make it a clubhouse sandwich with extra mayo," I say, letting go of him and opening the cupboard above me to grab a cup.

"Fries or onion rings?"

I fill the cup with water from the tap and turn around to lean against the counter beside Jake.

"Fries, please,"

"Alright, It'll be here in about 25 minutes," he says as he puts his phone down and wraps an arm around my shoulders.

"Nice," I put the cup down and put my arm around his waist

He looks down at me, gazing into my eyes. His eyes trail down to my lips, seeing him lean forward. I move my face so that his lips come intact with my cheek instead.

"What was that dodge for?" he chuckles.

"I love you and all, but right now, I just feel like eating," I pat his chest.

He wraps both arms around my shoulders, squeezing me as he begins to shower me with kisses.

"How," he kisses my forehead, "dare," he kisses my cheek, "you," he kisses my nose, "dodge," he kisses my other cheek "my kisses!" he says and pecks my lips multiple times.

I throw my head back in laughter as he gently pretends to eat my neck. "You're so silly!" I say in between laughs.

He laughs with me as I look back at him. My laughter calms down as I take his face in my palm, planting a kiss on his lips.

"Thank you," he says

We stay there in each other's embrace for a bit as I lay my head on his chest.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, putting his cheek on the top of my head

I sigh. "In general, I'm fine,"

"No more throwing up?" he asks

"Nope,"

He kisses the top of my head as he lets me go. "That's good. I'll be right back," he says

"Alright,"

I grab the cup of water from the counter, taking a sip as I grab Jake's phone and open the camera. I start to make funny faces as I click the button many times. I laugh to myself as I go back through them.

I then hear a knock at the door, disrupting my fun.

"I've got it," I call out as I set the cup and phone down.

I leave the kitchen, making my way to the door. "Sandwiches here already?" I ask myself

I open the door as I begin to greet the person. Instead, I find someone completely different.

"Hello, my golden girl,"

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a/n:

sorry for the short chapter! hope you enjoyed