After the call with my father, I felt extremely exhausted. I felt like all the energy in me had been completely drawn out. Jake must have noticed because the next thing he did was to pick me up and place me in his lap. I curled up into a ball and just enjoyed the warmth of his skin. Neither of us spoke, he turned his attention to his laptop in front of him typing away furiously while I just stayed pressed up against him.
Ever so often, he would place a soft kiss against my forehead and whisper words in a foreign language against my skin but that was about as much as he did but it was more than enough for me. I fisted his shirt and although sleep wouldn’t take me because of how worried I was, I felt slightly content.
I didn’t mean to but I kept glancing at the clock. It was nearing eight
