VIII

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Mallory's P.O.V

Our anniversary was about a month ago, and let me just say. It's almost like we're both somehow lighter. We don't have to hold back anymore. It's so relieving, and I've never felt closer to him.

Anyway, tonight I was invited to this party by my best friend, Lydia, who insisted on me coming since I supposedly hadn't been out of the house in forever. It's located in the heart of the city, and truthfully, I don't think she even knows whose party it is.

"Do you want to meet there or here at my house?" I ask

"We'll meet there. I already sent you the address, but I promise you, no one is going to care if you don't know anyone," she says over the phone

I sigh a bit. "Alright, I'll let Jake know,"

There's silence for a bit. "He doesn't know, does he," she said in a bit of annoyance.

I hold my breath as a shameful smile creeps onto my face. "No, not yet,"

"Mallory! That is literally the number one rule! You cannot make plans without letting Jake know," she chuckles. "You're fucked. Literally."

"I don't think he'll mind. Even though he's not really the type to go out to things like that," I say

"Didn't he take you to a club for your anniversary?"

"Yeah, but he did it for me. We weren't there for long anyway, so that's different,"

"Big doubt. Anyway, he better agree to this, or I won't forgive him for it. It's like the biggest party of the year," she says

"Yeah, right. I bet the only thing there is booze and molly," I tuck a loose strand behind my ear. "Alright, I'll try to convince him. I'm sure he'll agree to it,"

"Alright, just let me know before 6."

"Okay, see you then," I say, and she hangs up.

I throw my phone on the pillow, plopping down onto the bed. "I'm so screwed," I mumble.

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I pace around the living room, hearing out for Jake's car since he'll be coming home soon. It's about 5 pm, and I've already had two glasses of wine.

I'm in my regular fit of jeans and a turtleneck sweater. I take a sip out of my wine, not even bothering to savor it as I stare out the living room window.

I then see the familiar black car pull up into the driveway, feeling the nervousness increase. He gets out of the car and makes his way up the stairs, hearing the doorknob turn.

I quickly sit down and take my phone out, pretending to scroll through Twitter.

I hear the front door open, seeing him come into view in the corridor. He wears his usual all-black work outfit that consists of black dress pants, black long sleeves, a black coat, and black boots. I see his badge peeking out from under his jacket, looking professional as always.

"I'm home," he calls out, shutting the door behind him.

"Hi," I say, trying to hide the nervousness in my voice.

He hangs his coat up, revealing his black long-sleeved shirt hugging his muscles. He turns towards me with a smile on his face.

"How was your day?" I ask as he approaches me

He leans down, placing his hands on the couch, making me lean back a bit. He kisses me slowly. The smell of the outside air lingers on him.

He pulls back, his eyes gazing into mine. "My day was fine, but It got better the minute I walked in,"

I giggle, kissing him once more. "Aw, stop it, you're making me blush,"

He kisses my forehead before sitting down next to me. "Mal?"

I look over at him. "Yeah?"

A smirk appears on his face, his eyes narrowing a bit. "Have you been drinking?"

I nervously chuckle. "What? Of course not,"

He eyes me, making me give in. "Okay, maybe like one glass of wine,"

"Thought so," he teases

I lean into his shoulder, the air feeling heavy as I mentally prepare myself to ask him the big question. It's not like I can't go anywhere without his permission. It's just that I want him to come out with me.

I feel an uncomfortable object poke my side, my hand searching for what it is. I feel the hilt of Jake's gun, slowly pulling my hand back. I sigh, looking up at Jake.

"Jake, what did I say about bringing your gun into the house," I softly say

A wave of realization goes over his face as his hand goes over mine.

"I'm sorry, princess. I had forgotten all about it," He says

"It's okay, it happens," I smile

He stands up and walks out of the living room. I stare after him, suddenly feeling hot.

"I need to stop drinking wine when I haven't seen Jake all day,' I mumble to myself as I stand up from the couch.

I walk towards the opening of the living room, leaning against the frame. Jake reappears in the corridor, phone in hand as he scrolls through it.

"So, um," I began, already avoiding the need to look at him, "Lydia invited us to a party," I quietly add.

"When?" he asks, already feeling his eyes on me

I bite the inside of my cheek. "Tonight,"

I hear him turn off his phone, assuming he put it in his pocket. "And what did you say?" he presses, stepping towards me slowly.

I feel like my own father is interrogating me. "I might've said yes," I say even more quietly. I look down at my shoes, suddenly looking really interesting.

I avoid his eyes as I feel them cut through me like daggers. Heat rises to my face as he stands right in front of me.

This is really turning me on.

"You said yes?" he asks, sounding more like a demand

Shit. I fucked up big time.

I nod, fidgeting with a strand of hair. He leans down, putting a finger under my chin, forcing me to look up at him. I sheepishly smile at him, looking innocent.

"On the night that I was planning to have you all to myself, Mal?" He says, pressing himself up against me.

His sweet breath washes over my face, making me feel drunk. "Jake-"

He leans in closer, his lips lightly brushing my cheek. "But of course, we can always save it for another time," he continued

I nod and kiss him on the cheek. "Thank you,"

He chuckles and wraps his arms around me. "What time do we need to get ready by?" he asks against my cheek.

"About 6,"

He leans back and checks the time on his phone. "It's already 5:30,"

"It's alright, we can be there by 7," I say, putting a hand to his cheek

He looks down at me and smiles. "Alright," he says as he pecks me on the lips.

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a/n:

sorry for the short chapter! I just wanted to try and update this so you know that i'm working on it still. I have a lot of ideas brewed up for this story.
hope you enjoyed <3

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