I woke up to a not so soft click of my door. I thought for moment that it must be Jake leaving because he woke up. I didn’t intend on falling asleep and I had no idea how long we had been asleep. I rolled onto my other side, not ready to get up yet, and an arm snaked around my waist. I gasped until I realized it was just Jake.
“If you are still here, then who was just in here?” I asked rolling back over to peak at him.
“Hmm?” he mumbled sleepily. Looks like we were both slow in the mornings.
“Who just shut my door?” I asked slowly, hoping he would understand what I was asking this time.
“I dunno,” he muttered still asleep.
“Jake,” I groaned.
That seemed to do it. He sat up a little ways looking at me and then down at himself. He breathed out a sigh before replying. “What did you ask?”
I groaned and cupped my face with both of my hands. “My door shut a minute ago, waking me up, and at first I thought it was you. But obviously it wasn’t. So who was it?”
He looked thoughtful for a moment, but then seemed to shake the thought away. “CC, maybe. If it were Andy there would be no way he would not flip out.”
I scrunched up my nose in confusion. “Why would he care, much less freak out?”
Jake laughed loudly, but then quieted it to soft chuckles. “Oh, come on.”
“What?” Sometimes I didn’t get him. Another bet, maybe?
“Don’t act like you don’t know,” he said, when my face didn’t change he continued, “You can’t be serious?”
I narrowed my eyes at him, I hate missing the obvious and apparently this was pretty obvious. “Just tell me! I obviously don’t know.”
“Wow,” he said smiling, then rubbing his face with both hands and starting again, “Okay, apparently you aren’t as smart as I gave you credit for. Sixx has a thing for you. He called dibs the first day you got here. That’s why he was being a jealous moron yesterday when I was tickling you.”
I opened my mouth, but closed it. “You mean to tell me that he actually likes me and that that is not his usual behavior?”
Jake laughed again and got up out of bed; he crossed to the foot of the bed and looked at me with a smirk. “Yes, special one. He really does like you, but he’s going to have to get over it.”
“Why?” I asked following his actions, but my expression a look of confusion instead of a smirk.
“Because I want you more,” he said and before I had even the slightest moment to react, he wrapped one arm around my waist and one arm around my neck and pulled me into a kiss.