CHAPTER 64

The door swings open and Jake emerges, his eyes lighting up with amusement at the sight of me. The corner of his lips twitch upwards as he leans against the doorway — "Muffin, get dressed." "Nope, I'm quite happy where I am." I smile, sinking further into my bed sheets. I'm dressed in one of Jake's white tee shirts with my grey jogging bottoms underneath. A jar of Nutella is balanced professionally in my lap and I'm currently licking the spoon. The last thing on my mind is getting dressed. "Why...