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CHAPTER 10

My face was resting on something hard, my body was too warm and I being pinned down by something resting on my stomach. I slowly opened my eyes, it was still dark but I could see the sun was coming up as the light was creeping in through the curtains. Sleeping next to me was Jake. His thick arm was draped over my stomach, this was the first time we had shared a bed together all night. It felt nice to be in his arms, the realisation shocked me. His eyes fluttered open and turned his head so he was looking at me.

"How you feeling sweetheart?" he whispered, his eyes were heavy. His voice was genuine as he lifted his hand to push the hair off that had fallen on my face.

"I've felt better" I half laughed.

"You really shit me up Tilly, I don't think I've ever been that scared seeing you like that. What on earth were you thinking? You've never done anything like that before." He pulled me closer to him and wrapped his other arm me so I was plastered to his front.

"I don't know, I suppose I was annoyed because you walked away and left me in the corridor." I couldn't tell him the real reason that I was angry although what I told him wasn't a complete lie.

"You did all that because I made a phone call?" he looked confused and I couldn't blame him.

"Well, yeah. We were meant to be there together and you were more arsed about making calls"

"Tilly you know that my work doesn't end at five like yours does." His voice was still soft but I could tell he was getting angry at my accusations.

"No, actually I don't know that because you have never told me anything about you!" I snapped. I was pushing it; we both knew that I had never asked and even if he had started too tell me about his life I would have shut the conversation down.

"And who's fucking fault is that? You never let me in. We've been fucking for a year and I don't even know what your favourite colour is!" His voice was getting louder and he moved me off him to sit up. I followed his actions and pulled my body up so I was leaning against my headboard, mirroring his position. I had no idea he had felt this way. Over the last couple of days there were signs but he had never actually said the words that he wanted more.

"Red, my favourite colour is red." I whispered to him. His eyes softened and put his arm around my shoulders. I wasn't sure why I had given him an answer to his question but it felt right.

His eyes softened. "It's Sunday. Let me take you to breakfast. I think you and me should spend some time together."

"Ok" How could I say no? He brought me home from the hospital when my family had left me and then he stayed the night to make sure I was ok. I owed him a breakfast at least.

"You need to shower though babe, I mean you're always hot but quite frankly you look like shit" he joked. I laughed, a real laugh not the fake ones I used when I thought I should be laughing. His eyes danced and his lips pulled up into a beautiful smile.

"Been missing out" he mused.

"Pardon?" I had no idea what he was talking about. Missing out on what?

"Been missing out on that beautiful laugh of yours babe. It lights up your face. You should do that more." He bent forward and kissed me on the lips. It was just a quick but I could tell it had feeling to it.

"Now get the fuck up, get in the shower and let's eat. I'm starved. Sleeping in a hospital waiting room is about as fun as an STD test." He pulled the cover back and got out of bed. His long legs had him across my room and leaving into the front room before I'd even got up.