Sirenina

MY SHAYLAAAA

Jake just being the jealous man he is ;P

Warning: None

English isn't my first language, if there are any errors let me know ;)

I was scanning some files to send to my work while sipping a cup of cold coffee. The moment I snuggle into my warm sweatshirt I see my phone vibrate with a notification.

I smile when I pick up my cell phone and see a single message from Jake calling my name.

"yes?🤭"

He sees it immediately. I wait for the next message while refilling my cup, soon hearing another notification.

"What did that conversation with Eric mean?"

I frown and respond.

"what do you mean?"

"I told you"

"Eric got my number from his friend Adam and now I'm helping him find to find Adam"

After a few seconds of the message being viewed, I sip the new coffee as I watch the "typing" symbol appear and disappear several times.

"I understood this part."

My fingers run quickly across the cell phone keyboard.

"so...?😶"

"Was Eric flirting with you?"

I let out a low laugh as I look at my phone.

Of course. Jake being Jake.

"oh, I got it 😆"

He responds quickly.

"This is not funny."

I spin around in my swivel chair as I laugh, then go back to typing.

"he was just joking, Jake"

"Oh, yes, I understand."

"you don't seem very convinced to me 🤭"

It takes him a while to type again, and I can almost see him sulking.

"You were clearly flirting back."

"I was just being polite, Jake!"

"I was tense, he was in the forest, he just wanted to relax"

I see that he views it and doesn't respond. After a few minutes, I decide to add:

"and besides, he's not even my type 😗"

The answer comes quickly, almost making me laugh.

"Oh, really?"

"And what is your type?"

I take the last sip of my coffee, typing calmly.

"let me think... 🤔"

I purposely take my time typing, wanting to make him curious.

"a polite and intelligent man"

"technology professional"

"Maybe with dark hair and blue eyes..."

"And very, veeeery jealous"

"Do you qualify for any of these requirements?" 😙"

I relax casually in my chair as I wait for the answer with a slight smile on my face.

Jake: My wife.

Lilly: Now what kind of girl do you prefer?

"Neil hesitated, then set the bag on Matt's bed and struggled out of his shirt. It was getting a little easier every day, but it hurt when he raised his arms too high and when he twisted he felt the pull at his stitches. He got his shirt over his head and to his elbows before Andrew got tired of watching him struggle and tugged the shirt loose. Andrew tossed it off to one side and didn't look to see where it landed. He was more interested in the scars and bruises covering Neil's front."

This chapter holds so many great passages I might draw another one from it asp. But in this one there was something that felt very real, a mix of pain and trust and interest and discovery, and even desire maybe.