Rachael's POV
I sat on the floor, right next to my bed with Jake beside me. We had a bowl of ice cream in front of us and we did justice to it as much as we could.
"Can I say that this is our thing?" I asked, scooping the ice cream and putting it into my mouth.
"Yeah. Sure," he smiled. "It's our secret thing."
We both laughed for a moment and then resumed eating in silence, just enjoying the lovely mixed-flavoured ice cream in front of us.
"You–" we both said at the same time which made me giggle.
"Go first," Jake said, gesturing with his left hand.
"No. You go first," I countered.
"Fine, I'll go first," he shrugged. "It's not like I have much of a choice here. If I don't, we'll just keep going back and forth without end."
"I'm glad you know that."
"Well, it's about what happened
