After breakfast, Anna took her backpack from her room and walked her way down to see Lola sitting on the sofa of the living room down the stairs. Lola was talking to Jake but their voices were low. Anna couldn’t hear what they were talking about.
She walked down the stairs and just as she was about to reach the bottom, they stopped talking and looked at her. Jake stood up and walked to her to take her backpack. She was about to refuse him but she knew her Grandmother wouldn’t be pleased with that action so she let him take it.
Jake smirked knowingly as he took her backpack. He seemed to know what she was thinking but Anna shrugged off the thought. She approached Lola and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“Please take care of Luna, Grandma,” she said.
Lola smiled. “Of course. Take care of yourself, Sweetheart.”
“I will,” Anna said, turning around and walking out the doors of the mansion. As she got out, she saw an unfamiliar truck parked in front of the mansion. Jake opened the door to the passenger’s seat and waited for her to get in before he went to enter the driver’s door.
Anna glanced at him as he started the truck. “So,” Anna began, “can I ask you something?”
“Go on.”
She took a deep breath. “How old are you, Jake?”
She heard his chuckle, amusement drawn upon his face. “Tell me,” she demanded.
“Too old,” he said.
“What’s the problem with telling me your specific age instead of telling me how old you are?”
“There’s no problem. I just don’t want to tell you.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to.”
“You’re such a jerk,” she mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.
He laughed at her action. “Did I upset you?”
She ignored him.
“Hey.”
She looked out the window, blankly glaring at the passing trees.
“Hey.”
She pouted slightly.
“Sunshine.”
She stayed silent.
A few minutes passed in silence and awkwardness during the ride. Until finally, the truck stopped. She was about to get the hell out of his truck in a heartbeat but she was pulled back when his hand reached to grab her arm.
“Hey, hey, I’m sorry,” he muttered, pulling her back as his hand held her arm. Too bad he couldn’t touch her skin. She was wearing a black hoodie dress for goodness’ sake. “I didn’t know you were that desperate to know my age.” He smirked, leaning close to her space.
Her cheeks were flushed adorably when she was upset, he realized. At the moment, all he wanted was to grab her close and inhale her scent but he stilled himself. Her lips parted as she spoke but he was so out of his mind staring at her beauty that he didn’t even understand anymore what she was saying.
“Desperate?” she echoed. “You think I’m desperate? Jake, I’m not desperate–”
He kissed her to shut her mouth. He didn’t realize how long he had been craving to kiss her lips, to touch those soft plump lips with his, to caress those red lips against his. Hand settling on the back of her head, he slipped his tongue inside her mouth and licked her bottom lip trying to make a reaction out of her, to arouse her. But she didn’t move. She was frozen, seeming to be shocked with his sudden action.
When she finally got her senses back after five seconds, she quickly pushed him away from her. Eyes widened and lips parted, she looked at him in disbelief.
“Look, Anna, I’m sorry–”
“Don’t,” she interrupted him, putting her index finger to his parted lips. His tongue darted out to slightly lick her finger and she pulled it back quickly as if it burned her. Grabbing her backpack, she pushed the truck’s door open and got out, leaving Jake inside his truck to regret what he had done.
Once she was gone, Jake slammed his head on the steering wheel, arms covering his head. “Fück,” he cursed under his breath. He just crossed a line he wasn’t meant to.