“I love you too. Always. Thank you,” he repeats, holding me tightly.
“Y'all quit lovin' on each other and come watch TV with me.”
We laugh at Drake's peering face over the top of the couch and make our way to him.
“Scoot down,” Jake instructs so that he's in the middle and I can sit beside him. Of course, I cuddle up to him, tucking my legs underneath me and to the side. He wraps a more muscular arm around my shoulders. It's then that I feel how his body is next to mine.
“You're getting more muscles,” I say, leaning away from him to get a better look. How did I not notice that my man's shoulders are broader and his arms a little thicker?
“It's from practicing and working out like crazy.”
When has he been practicing? We're together, for the most part, and I don't remember him going off to practice.
“When?”
“We'll talk about it later.”
Oh, okay. He must not want Drake to know about whatever it is. Jake gives me a sly smile, and I take in his features. His eyes are sad and exhausted. He's been looking exhausted for days now. With a mental sigh, I cuddle against him and watch TV. It's not ten minutes later, that Jake's head rolls to the side, landing on top of mine, and a snore emanates from his full lips.
“What a loser,” Drake jokes.
“He's been tired,” I say.
“Yeah, I know. Maybe he'll sleep off all his tiredness.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
Night falls and Drake's stomach makes a loud grumble. Laughing, we disturb Jake from his sleep. He looks between us, puzzled.
“You snore,” Drake laughs.
“I do not,” Jake says with a shake of his head.
“Love, you so snore.”
Jake raises an eyebrow at me and chuckles. “So do you.”
My jaw hits the floor and I hit Jake on the arm. “I do not!”
“It's a soft snore. It's cute.”
“Jake, it's not good to lie, especially in front of your brother.” I can't believe he would say I snore! Even if I do, and I'm sure I don't, he doesn't have to tell me!
“Scouts honor,” he says, showing the hand gesture and everything.
“You weren't a scout,” Drake inputs.
Jake gives a non-menacing glare to Drake.
“Anyways,” he drags out, “I'm hungry,” Drake finishes, looking at me again, causing a fit of giggles to overcome me.
“What's so funny?”
“Nothing, love. What do y'all want to eat? I'll cook.”
Drake scrunches his nose and looks over at Jake, who keeps his face a blank slate.
“What?” I finally ask when it's apparent that neither are bringing forth answers.