Going Home | Cake
Clare sighed as she sat in the heated truck as Jake packed the back of the truck with the few bags that they’d brought. The night before had been amazing but waking up in his arms had been special. There’d been a moment where she realized she was still naked and he was in just underwear but she was comfortable with him. The whole morning had been something out of a daydream because they never had time alone. Showering together and then breakfast, the quiet before they decided it was time to pack up and go home. Clare laid her head against the window and sighed. He said he wasn’t going anywhere but Clare would be lying if she said that she wasn’t worried about the talk they planned on having with Glen and her mother.
The heat on her face was making her sick, so she reached forward and turned the vent away from herself. She needed to breathe. Last night had happened and Jake wanted her, too. He wanted them to last, maybe even forever, if there was such a thing. She just needed to stop letting her brain twist things around until she felt like everything was coming to an end even though they’d just gotten back together. She knew how it went though, she’d watched it with her parents but they weren’t Randall and Helen. They were Jake and Clare, two people who could be serious when needed but also be happy and carefree, laugh at everything together and she needed to remember that it would be okay. Clare nodded to herself and unzipped her jacket, laying it in the seat beside her as she waited for Jake.