"Made of stone?" Jake asks, his smirk growing wider. I feel my cheeks heat up and Jake chuckles, walking towards me.
"You know Muffin, I will see you naked. I'm your boyfriend now."
I crossed my arms over my chest, glaring at him.
"Not anytime soon, you won't."
I huff and turn my back on him. I feel his hands trail along my hips underneath the shirt and I shiver from his touch, butterflies exploding in my stomach. He brings his head down till he's near my ear and nibbles on it gently.
"Can you take this off again?" He whispers and I'd slap him if he didn't sound so damn attractive.
"Ten minutes, that's all you've got." He murmurs, kissing the spot behind my ear. I instantly feel his body move away from mine and miss his warmth.
As he walks out of the room, I turn to see him give me a heart stopping smile before disappearing. I shake my head, my mouth tugging up into the widest or smiles . . . The boy makes me happy, okay?
Exactly 9 minutes and 30 seconds later I'm ready for my first ever date with Jake.
I settle for a white top and jean combo with my black leather jacket over the top. My hair is naturally wavy on my shoulders and I've applied some makeup with the spare time I had. I grab my phone, ruffling my hair a little before walking downstairs.
Jake is leaning against the front door, scrolling through his phone. He's wearing a black t-shirt with black ripped jeans. He'd finished his look off with a gorgeous looking watch on his wrist. Every time he moves, it catches the light perfectly. His dark hair is sprawled messily across his head, thick strands falling over onto his forehead. I clear my throat and Jake glances up at me, smiling softly when his eyes meet mine.
He slides his phone away into his pocket and stretches out his hand —
"Ready Muffin?" He asks me and I nod in response, slipping my hand into his. He intertwines our fingers together instantly, his thumb drawing circles on the back of my hand. With his other hand, he picks up his car keys and pulls open the front door —
"After you, m'lady."
I couldn't help but giggle as I step outside only to be stopped again.
"Wait — " he says quietly, his arm snaking around my waist. He turns me around in one swift motion, leaning in close.
"You look beautiful Emily."
"You don't look too bad yourself." I breathe out, butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Jake leans down, pressing his lips against mine in a slow kiss. He holds me up with one arm, his scent causing me to feel intoxicated. With him, it feels like I'm floating on clouds, far away in our own little land.
"Can't we just stay here and do this?" I whisper against his mouth.
"There'll be plenty of time for that," Jake shoots back smugly, walking me along to his car. He pulls open the door —
"Hop in Muffin."
"Why thank you. You're such a gentleman," I smile and he grins as I slid inside. I watch as he walks around the front of the car, towards the drivers seat. His features are so insanely striking and it's difficult for me not to stop and stare.
He settles in beside me, his posture relaxed and laid back. It's nice to see him so chilled out for once, a faint smile constantly playing on his lips.
"Ready?" He asks, starting the car up. It roars to life underneath me, the engine reducing to a soft, smooth purr. I nod my head, excitement building up —
"Ready when you are."
*****
No way!" I squeal, looking around at all the brightly lit lights and the crowds of people.
"I thought you'd like it," Jake grins at me and I look up at him, squeezing his hand gently. "I love it."
The blue in his eyes light up brightly from my words and his smile grows wider. He releases my hand and instead pulls me closer to his side, draping his arm over my shoulder. Jake drove me to the fair which I haven't been to since I was a little girl. I love everything about the fair, the rides, the greasy food and definitely the overly priced games that no-one ever seems to win.
We walk over to the ticket booth and Jake pays, grabbing a bunch of tickets and pocketing them.
"Come on" he smiles, taking my hand again. I let him drag me to a ride called the spinning booth and watch as people are spun in different directions, the lights and music blaring loudly. We wait patiently till the ride is over and then take a seat in the front booth, pulling the bar over us.
"Don't vomit on me Muffin," Jake teases and I roll my eyes.
"It'll be you who'll be doing the puking." I say childishly, sticking my tongue out at him. Jake chuckles and pulled me to his side tightly, draping an arm over my shoulder.
"It's starting!" I squeal, feeling the booth move slowly. I grip onto the bar tightly and giggle as the ride speeds up, feeling like a little girl again.
"Let's never do that again."
I groan loudly, hiding my face in my hands. Jake chuckles in response and I glare at him from the corner of my eye.
"You're supposed to be the one who loves rides."
"I hated it! I didn't realise how dizzy rides actually make me," I respond sadly. Jake chuckles and bends down, pecking my lips quickly.
"Don't be such a baby," he teases. I roll my eyes and lean up, brushing my lips lightly against his.
"I'm feeling much better now."
"Good. I'll buy us some drinks. Do you want
