First Punch ➟ Kellic

T H I R T Y F O U R

We're quiet for a while, and that's another thing I love about him. He makes silence feel so calming.

"What am I gonna do?" I sigh, breaking the peacefulness because I need his advice.

"You don't have to worry about that right now," he assures me.

"But I do," I point out, lifting my head. "I have to go home eventually."

Jake sighs, thinking for a moment. "Well...he didn't seem to recognize me, so that's good. And we still have the room tonight, so for now let's just let him cool off."

"Okay," I agree, nodding. His words make me smile. "You really want to stay another night?"

"Obviously," he admits, confused. "You don't?"

I chuckle, flirtatiously replying, "Oh, I want to do a lot more than just stay here," and making him smile. I brush my nose against his, leaning in and kissing him. Jake kisses me back deeply, nibbling on my lip in that amazing way and sending shivers through me. We pull back, smiling at each other and making me want to lean in again. I swear I could kiss him forever.

"Hungry?" Jake asks, kissing my cheek.

I pause, assessing for a second and realizing that I actually am. Is he reading my mind now? "Yeah."

"Room service?" he checks, sliding his arms from my back, his hands landing on my hips.

I just shrug, not caring, "Whatever you want is fine."

"I want to lay here with you for a while, so...room service it is."

His words make me even happier, and he pulls away, connecting his hand to mine in the process and guiding me back into the main part of the room.

We fall to the bed again, and Jake grabs the menu as I cuddle into him, holding it up so we can both see. I glance through it, not really knowing what I want.

"I feel like a big, juicy steak," Jake says, making me snort.

"It's 11am," I point out, amused by the statement. "You want a steak?"

"Yeah," Jake shrugs. "What do you want?"

I just laugh, shaking my head at him. "You're so weird." He smiles, not looking at me and I kiss his cheek to try and get his attention.

He keeps his gaze ahead though, saying, "You're not picking something."

I sigh in frustration, smiling anyway. "Um...I don't care. Just get me whatever you get."

Jake chuckles and I press my lips to his neck softly, needing to kiss him and he isn't facing me. At first he doesn't react, but as I make my way upwards, he chuckles again.

"I'm trying to order us breakfast," he says, his voice light and jokey.

"So order it," I whisper in his ear, sucking on the lobe lightly before kissing along the underside of his jaw. Jake lets out a long breath, relaxing slightly and dropping the menu. He finally rolls to face me, catching my lips with his and making me sigh in content. Finally. We kiss sweetly a few times, and when he senses that I'd had my fill, he pulls away.