I must’ve taken too long opening the window. Jake opened it from the outside and pulled aside the curtains. When he saw how close I was, he gave me a disapproving frown.
“Are you coming up? I was waiting for you.”
“I still need a minute... I feel a little sick. Is it okay if we do this later?” I told him around the lip I was gnawing.
Jake’s frown became even more pronounced.
“You don’t want to spend time with me?” He sounded both hurt and accusing.
“It’s not that. I’m just tired. I’d really like to lie down.”
“It’s not like I don’t have a bed, Kay. You can lie down with me.”
“Jake, I—I don’t want—”
“Come on. Stop this. You’re fine—everything is fine. Stop worrying. Let’s go.” Jake grabbed my hand with impatience then and pulled me toward him.
There was no point in arguing; no
