#Chapter122
I start packing up my case, my phone on charge in its dock by my bed as I take my time and breathing space from Jake so I can think. He’s like a tornado that devours everything in its wake when he’s with you and sometimes I just need some time to process things more slowly.
I’m wearing jeans and a T-shirt, which skim my figure, Converse on my feet and a denim jacket. This is probably the most casual he’s ever seen me other than my gym attire, but for some reason, I like being this way around him. So far removed from the Emma he met a year ago who didn’t even own jeans at all, so he has to see how much he’s changed me. I want him to see how different I want to be with him.
