#Chapter61
/"No, I don’t, and I like that you like my smile, shorty./" He stops and pushes me against the wall to steady me, pulls his cell from his pocket, swipes the screen, checks who’s calling and pushes it back from where he produced it.
/"I like when you laugh like that./" He glances up at me and it’s then I realize I’ve been giggling for no reason.
Where did that come from?
/"Like what?/" I ask innocently, still unable to stop grinning like a freak. Maybe it has something to do with the fact he has my body pressed to the wall with his and he is every bit my idea of a good dream.
/"Unguarded … I like drunk Emma./" He peels me back off the wall and leads me to my room, disappointment flitting through me that it was fleeting.
/"I like drunk Emma too./" I sigh, following him as he opens the door, his hand still encompassing mine. She gets to touch Jake in ways sober Emma doesn’t.
