jakob-mullerâ:
âWell, not to be rude, but youâre not precisely what one could call a great liar,â the dig came with one of his crooked smile, deviousness twinkling in his eyes. Although unsure with his timing, Jakob felt that there had been a shift in the room, a lightness having returned to her voice, a softness in her eyes. Where he began to see a mix of concern, perhaps even fear, just minutes ago, there was nothing but Maureen now. Sweet, kind, not-so-innocent Maureen. Although she was keeping something from him, she wasnât turning her heels on him and that was all that mattered then. This, he couldnât accept, this he would not let happen. He was hers and she was his.
Arms wrapped around her waist, Jakob let his hands drop to her lower back. All the ways he had of showing her that she mattered proved to be beneficial to him on the long term. A flower delivery here, an impromptu present there, a note left on the fridge or in her lunch box. Each of those things were like a piece of rope he tied between himself and the young woman, weaving slowly a bond that would not break, and now he had her precisely where he wanted her.
Maureen bit her lip and offered him a small smile at his crooked grin. âYou know, thatâs fair. One of the many reasons I didnât decide to become a lawyer, even if I admire my mom for being one.â She knew that it wouldnât have been something she would enjoy nor be able to entirely handle everything that came along with being a lawyer. Being a writer made much more sense, even though sheâd known that her father hadnât been the happiest at where sheâd chosen to work at first. She liked to hope that heâd come to change his opinion, at least regarding what she wrote - and furthermore, she found herself grateful that her dream job had led to her meeting Jakob.
To being his, in a way that sheâd never wanted to be someoneâs before. To have him be her boyfriend too, someone who she could, even after less than a year, see herself spending the rest of her life with, made her feel incredibly at ease.
She felt his hands move along her body and her cheeks grew hot. She was used to more material showings of his appreciation for her, and though she didnât necessarily need things to be physical, ever, there was a certain comfort in the way he moved his hands on her, how he knew her by heart in both her body and how her mind worked.Â


















