#Chapter25
/"You want to continue our conversation?/" He pushes on, regardless of my /"go away/" posture. Lays his hand casually on my bent knee, propping it up at the wrist and rests quite happily there.
/"What conversation?/" I ask, genuinely confused but stay concealed under my arm, my gut churning like I may not like this.
/"You don’t remember?/" The surprise in his voice makes me a little wary. I shake my head and the color rises in my cheeks; Jake never presses for no reason.
What the hell did I say to him last night?
/"I put you to bed./"
Well, that explains why my cell was off.
He turns his off every night, whereas I normally don’t. Just in case I’m needed.
/"Thanks./" I mumble. I want to ask him what I said, but I don’t, because I’m scared. I’m scared I might actually have told him something I didn’t want him to know.
/"You talked about your father./" He says matter of factly.
Crap. Like that.
