Back at the table, Jake practically carrying me with the arm around my waist; the men are in the middle of some heated story. Daniel is sitting up on the back of the chair with his feet up on the seat. They’re laughing and joking about something mid-conversation when we approach, and don’t stop to acknowledge us at all. Jake slides his hand from around my middle and throws it casually around my shoulders instead, as we stand to listen. Resting on me like it’s the most normal thing in the world as though we snuggle a lot.
He hands me my drink from the table, before taking his beer and turning his full attention to the men. All on their feet now and crowded by one side of the table; Leila is resting in the crook of Richard’s arm, gazing up at him adoringly.
I can’t help but stare at Jake’s
