Chapter XXIV
Sherry
She knew that she should be happy that she was not seriously injured, and she knew that she should be even more happy for the steady beeping of Jake's heart monitors. It meant that he was still alive. And while she was glad that all these things were happening there was still a little piece of her that wanted to disconnect him from all of these things and slap him awake.
He just didn't look right laying there so still, so unmoving and compromised. Her body jerked whenever the nurses would come in and put medicine in his IV's. At least his color returned more and more with each passing day. He had been out for two days now. At first she protested the fact that they were so adamant about keeping him sleeping, but then they reminded her that if he woke up he'd just be weak, dizzy, angry and confused.
Sherry kissed his warm hand for the thirtieth time that hour.
"How's he doin'?" Chris's voice knocked her out of her stupor. She looked to him as he entered the small hospital room and gave him a small smile. "Damn!" He jumped.
She scowled, "I know I look like crap Chris but Jesus, way to be dramatic."
"Sorry," he tossed her a sheepish grin, exposing all his white teeth and then stalking over to where they were and kissing the top of her very red and embarrassed face. "You need to sleep, you look like a fairy princess…" he paused, she watched him with a narrowed gaze, "who resides over the pits of hell."
"Asshole!" She frowned at him as he laughed and went around to the other side of Jake's bed and looked at Jake's chart.
"So how are you doing?" Chris rubbed his facial hair, his dark eyes held a warm glow to them, "I hope you're doing better."
"I am, but I can't help but feel guilty… about Ralph." Her voice came out tight. And to say that she felt guilty was a huge understatement. It was killing her sanity very slowly. She had gotten him involved, a man who probably had kids and a wife, a man who had a life. She had gotten in his path and gotten him into her little plan and now he was dead. Everything he ever did mattered for nothing because he was gone. And it was all her fault. "I shouldn't have had gotten him involved. I just have this mentality like that I'll be able to save people… like as if everything is some big plan and I'll be able to get in to stop whatever harm may come their way.."
Chris nodded, "sometimes we forget how easy and quickly it is to dispose of someone. One bullet, that's all it takes."
She winced at the thought of how Ralph was probably killed. Was it a bullet to the head? Easy and quick, or was it a bullet somewhere else so that they would leave him to die slowly from blood loss and without any way to defend himself from infection or the elements.
"Is that why you haven't been getting sleep?" Chris ran a hand over his head and looked out the window behind him before returning his gaze to Sherry. She had gotten used to Chris looking out windows, he was very paranoid.
"Yeah… I mean I do think about Jake but I know Jake is safe… Ralph on the other hand is dead. And Sully stayed behind. I know what that means."
"Not necessarily," Chris shrugged, "maybe they found him, it doesn't mean he killed himself. After Leon made the reports known they sent a team of Special Forces over. They won't really elaborate on what they found for the sake of not fueling fire but I think that the guy, Sully, he's alive. I think so at least."
"I know that it's stupid…" she murmured, "but I can't help but feel guilty about him too."
"You're not responsible for everything and everyone Sherry, at some point you need to worry about yourself and that will help you make better decisions in the future. I learned in therapy that the best thing to remember is that you are not in control of everything. Yes you went to Ralph and you got him involved," she flinched, "but you also helped save a lot of lives. And Ralph made that decision on his own."
"Under duress."
"That is true, but he made that choice didn't he? And let's say that he had no choice but to follow along, he played a role in saving not only your life but a lot of other people's lives. If you were to take back his role you might not have gotten as far as you did and a lot of people might be dead today."
Chris and Sherry made some more small talk for a while. Her eyes very rarely left Jake's heart monitor, Chris eventually smirked and left, stating he had to get back to work leaving Sherry there to guard over Jake Muller.
…
It was on the fourth morning of Jake's drug induced slumber that he started to stir. It was small at first, and Sherry had thought she was hallucinating. She had gotten very little sleep and the doctors had even considered putting her into a sleep, but she refused. She wouldn't leave Jake's side unless she absolutely had to.
It was a twitch of his finger. She saw it and rolled her eyes.
"I'm going crazy," she muttered, blinking her sore eyes to clear her blurry vision.
But then she saw it again. A small clench of his hands. And then he let out a small moan. She thought she imagined that too, but then she heard it again.
"Jake?" She stoodonto her feet and was instantly at his side, stroking his face gently, hoping to God that this wasn't her head playing tricks on her. If it was she would probably ask the doctors for drug induced sleep after all. "Jake, can you hear me?"
He didn't respond for a moment, and then his lips moved, "Sherry?"
"Oh God!" Tears sprung into her eyes, her heart accelerated, "Jake, open your eyes, can you do that for me?"
And he did. His lids pulled back to reveal a strangely crisp blue gaze. He didn't seem to understand what he was seeing as Sherry cursed and laughed and cried above him, but then it seemed to all click and he blinked furiously. "Sherry?"
"Yes, yes, it's me." She clutched his face tightly, she didn't know if she was hurting him but she couldn't bring herself to consider this as she grinned at him like a crazy woman, there was an expanding feeling in her chest. "Oh Jake, I was so worried about you!"
"Where am I?" He rasped, licking his full lips with confusion.
"You're in the hospital. Do you want me to call the doctors? Are you cold? Are you hot? Are you hurting?"
"A little… to everything if that makes sense," he murmured, struggling to sit up. He groaned with effort as Sherry watched him with a vibrating chest and tears in her red eyes, he eventually gave up and Sherry quickly pressed a button that moved the upper part of the bed into a better angle for him.
"Better?"
"Yeah," he smirked gently and frowned at the Iv's in his arms. "What the fuck happened to me?"
"Oh Jake," she whimpered, coming to his side and wrapping her arms carefully around him. He was shocked by the gesture and said nothing of it when her head fell against his chest. She was shaking with little sobs and try as he might to bear in mind what happened, he could hardly remember. But then, as he gently stroked her back in an effort to calm her he remembered. He remembered Sherry storming out; he remembered the job he had found. He remembered the island, Daniel… Richard Kruspe, even worse he remembered being attacked. And then everything was black.
"What were you doing there?" He asked sharply. She raised her eyes carefully to meet his gaze. "You found me there, I remember your voice."
"Yeah," she whispered, "Leon and I were on a mission there and… we were on our way out when we came across you. Jake do you realize how horrible it would have been if I had never…" She choked on a cry and covered her mouth. He took in her appearance… Her hair was messy, it looked like she hadn't brushed it in days, and her eyes were red and dry looking. She continued talking, "what if I had never found you Jake? I still don't even understand what they were doing to you."
"Sherry don't think like that," He groaned, "I would have been fine."
"You wouldn't have been fine Jake," she shook her head morosely. "Trust me."
The doctor came in and Sherry was forced to pull herself together as he examined Jake with a curious gaze. He asked the man on the bed whether he was experiencing any type of discomfort and what hurt. Jake explained his lungs felt as if though they were sore, and the doctor explained that that feeling would go away after a few days. He told Jake that everything checked out fine and that he should be able to leave the hospital in a week, but that they were holding him for observation.
When the doctor left Sherry remained in the corner, wiping at her eyes and watching Jake as he watched her back.
"What hospital is this? Do they know about me?"
Sherry nodded, "you're in a special hospital, they know about people like us. It's more of a research lab but they help people like us. There are very few of them around the country."
He nodded.
"What were you doing there?" Her voice was low, weary and concerned.
"It was a simple job, be a guard, that type of shit you know?" He shrugged, "Maybe they found out who I was so they did shit… I'll get them back eventually. I'll put an ass kicking on that Richard guy."
Sherry smirked, "I did it for you."
Jake's eyes narrowed, "you fought him? Damn it Sherry that's just dangerous-
"Don't worry, I handled it."
Then he smiled, "thanks, Cherie. Come here…"
She moved over to his side apprehensively and watched him wearily. When she came to his side finally he pulled her arm and forced her a bit closer until she was hovering over him.
"Jake…?"
"What are you doing here Sherry?" His eyes were suspicious now and she feared for a moment that she would be fighting with him again, "Don't think I'm ungrateful for what you did. I'm very thankful. But what are you doing here?"
She licked her lips, he noticed and resisted kissing her, "I just… I wanted to be here."
"I'm glad you are here."
"You're staying with me when you get out of here right?" She licked her lips again and blinked slowly.
"If that's okay with you." He smirked and patted the bed. "Get in, you need to sleep."
"I can't Jake; it's not safe for your IV's." It's not safe for us.
"Fuck my IV's Sherry, get in this bed right now." He demanded. She stared at him for a long time, trying to look for any glint that he was not serious, but he was. And she was too tired to put up a fight. Very carefully she climbed into the bed with him and allowed him to throw the very thin blanket over her and himself. He didn't pull her to his body like he would have usually, she found it awkward.
Instead he slipped his right arm under her head and let her playing with his fingers.
"I'm glad you came to get me," he murmured softly. She shivered when she felt his hand stroked her messy hair.
"I'm glad I found you." Her laugh was shaky, and he knew she was close to tears again, "I would never forgive myself if I never found you and something happened to you Jake. God, you have no idea-
"Shh, relax, Sherry." He pulled her tightly to his body then. She sank into him, the comfort made her want to sleep already. He winded his arm about her waist. It was as if nothing changed and they had gone back to being best friends. He pressed a kiss to her hair. "Get some sleep."
…
When Sherry went to sleep Jake was surprised. She knocked out so quickly that he for a moment thought that she was faking. But then he took in her appearance, how haggard she looked and suspected that it was probably lack of sleep.
She looked beautiful nonetheless. Her small body felt perfectly familiar beside his. He had always loved how small she was because her exuberant personality never ceased to amaze those around her.
He considered the last time he had held her this close and shuddered at the memory.
…
"I'm coming will you relax!" I heard Sherry yelling from inside. I had rung the doorbell at least ten times without stopping. I knew how much she hated that. I could hear her footsteps and stiffened as she pulled the door open. But once I saw her… I felt… embarrassed.
She looked pissed. "What do you want?" The malice in her voice stunned me. That annoyed the hell out of me, she shouldn't be fucking pissed at me when she's the one that had that guy in her bed first. "don't give me that look. What do you want!"
"Sherry!" God he was here? I looked behind Sherry and saw Leon moving towards us, "what the hell are you doing here!" I wanted to slap the shit out of him, what was he doing here? Sherry placed a hand on his chest.
"Relax yourself, Sherry let me just talk to you." My eyes moved to Leon, "in private." I still couldn't figure out what there was left to say. But I figured I'd figure it out.
"I'll call you back in when he's gone," she told him. Then looking at me she said the words theat made me feel a flare at my chest, "and you will be gone."
Leon eventually passed by me and left us alone. Sherry stared at me afterwards like if she was expecting me to start talking. Did she expect me to just start in the middle of the fucking hall? So that then she could just slam the door in my face?
"Let me in so we could talk," I told her firmly, when she didn't seem to make any movements towards letting me in I decided I'd step in myself. I basically lived here as of late so I didn't see her stopping me. But she firmly shoved me back. What the hell was going on! "We have to talk-
"We have nothing to talk about, I'm a slut, remember?" God, why had that ever left my mouth? I winced. "Get out of here Jake, I don't ever want to see you again."
"We can't leave it like that." I immediately stated, not wanting her to close the door, she seemed to be in pain, "Let me in so that we can talk about what you saw and what I saw-
"What you saw wasn't what you think it was. But what I saw was you naked in the bed. So get out." Her eyes went back to being hard. I couldn't look at her, my eyes moved to the apartment and I noticed for the first time that there were suitcases.
That's when my sanity started to crack. I knew what that meant, but I questioned it anyway, maybe they were Leon's?
"What is that?" I asked.
Sherry stayed silent. That was enough answer.
I forced my way past her, ignoring her and looking at the two suitcases. They weren't Leon's I knew immediately because I saw the cats in crates. They were travelling too. I swallowed, "what is this?"
"I'm leaving, what the hell does it look like? Are you blind-
"What is this?" I said again like an idiot. I felt so.. .betrayed, "where are you going?" I needed her to tell me.
"You don't ask me anything. Get out of here, I don't want you here anymore, and you're wasting my time-
I held her by the wrist and pulled her to me and then locked one arm around her small waist. I needed to have her close. I just had to.. maybe she could feel the loss that I was already feeling just at the thought of her leaving me. No, no, no that couldn't happen. Maybe if she was close she'd lose her resolve? And what if she left the room and just left me standing here with the words in my mouth? No, I couldn't let her do that. "It's over, get off-
"You-
"Let go of me!" She shrieked at me. She was growing angrier.
"Sherry just sit down and-
"I don't want to sit down!" I felt my hands clench, "I don't want anything else to do with you, why can't you just accept that, you already have a girlfriend-
Oh, fuck no. Did she really expect me to get away with a comment like that? "You're my-
"No I'm not. Let go Jake."
I released her angrily and just watched her with a glare as she started grabbing jeans and putting it into a suitcases. No! I grabbed them away from her and threw them away, she couldn't do this shit to me? Not in my face! "You asshole!" She yelled.
"You're not leaving!" I can't survive it if you leave me.
"I am!" Her voice cracked, I winced and she started to shake. She was going to cry, I saw it in her beautiful eyes. I felt weak, "I'm tired of this! I'm tired of having to explain myself to you at every turn because you don't believe me at all! I'm a fucking whore," no, "a slut," no, "and it's good that my father is dead so that he wouldn't have to see this!" I'm so sorry. "That's what you said! So I'm not worth it to you, you idiot!"
She made a move to turn around but I pulled her to me again, I needed her. Near to me, this flaring was building in my chest and touching her made me better. But she was stiffening in my embrace, she wasn't even looking at me, "you can call me everything in the book' I'm not letting you go without fixing this."
"That's just it." She laughed, she fucking laughed, "there isn't anything to dix-
"Don't say that-
"I loved you and you threw that back in my face at every turn. There isn't any use for the truth anymore," I wanted to shut her up, "everythings already happened." Again her voice failed her.
"You can't leave," my grip tightened, I can't let her leave, "you know I care about you-
"Haha!" Again that fucking laugh, she started making her struggles again, "oh it really shows! It does!"
I dropped her, enough of this shit! I caught her face firmly and stared down at her, she was always so much smaller than me, it made me want to protect her more, "I'm sorry you saw that. I'm a fuckin' idiot. I know that. But Sherry, you can't leave me." She didn't say anything to me. The flare became a small fire in my chest, I winded my fingers into her hair, "I'm sorry Sherry."
"I'm sorry too Jake." She was going to cry, "I'm so sorry that this couldn't have been what … it should have been." Why was she doing this? My fingers fell away from her. I know I fucked up, but God we were suppuosed to work through this. Not… say fuck it all and disappear from one another! She started closing the suitcase. "The truth of the matter is that I didn't sleep with Jeff. He was blackmailing me. And it worked because it got you to do what it was that you did."
No… no.. no…
"Let go of that." I pleaded, my knees felt like jell-o, "you're not leaving," I was resorting to pleading now, "you know I won't let you." She had to know that. Maybe that's why she was doing this?
"You have bery little choice in the matter!"
Maybe it was Leon? Sherry wouldn't do this to me, maybe Leon was here to take her away from me, he never liked me. "Leon can't make you!"
"He's not making me! I want to go Jake! " God, it's a fucking blaze now, "I don't want to stay here with you! Everytime you speak or look at me I see you naked on that bed with whoever the hell that was! I can't do this anymore."
"Stop-
"It's done! I'm done!" She was growing hysterical!
"Sherry-
"It's over Jake!" She sobbed. I couldn't take it, I moved closer, "this is over! I'm tired of being the one that is making all the effort to make this work! And today… today was.. I have no words. You and I can be friends, but I think that's all. Nothing will ever be the way it once was." I needed her.
I pulled her to me and held her as she cried. I needed her around me, I need her here with me always. I breathed in the scent of her hair.
I had never seen her this way. So completely set on something, so completely frightened and small yet… so deadly to my mental health.
"Don't go…" I whispered, I was going to beg if I had to. "You know how much you mean to me, I can't function with you."
She didn't say anything… was she reconsidering? She had to be. I released her, watching… and then she smiled at me. She fucking smiled, I felt my heart return to it's normal rhythym. She was staying.
"That's what I thought." She stated.
I felt my body crack.
She grabbed her bags and then I felt whatever semblance of sanity shatter.
She was leaving me… I watched her grab all her things… she said something to Leon.
I watched her choke back tears… what fucking tears did she have any right to cry?
"Are you really going to run away from us?" I growled out.
She looked up, "I'm not running-
"You are-
"I don't wan to argue anymore." She said, wiping her tears and looking at me, "I'm done being this weak individual for you. I let myself go because of you."
What the hell did that even mean! I said nothing and looked away… I knew exactly what she meant.
"I don't want you to fall apart after this Jake," I made a noise of anger, she was pissing me off, "I need you to promise me that you'll take care of yourself."
"You say that like I will never see you again," I observed, but I would see her again, she had to return sometime, to get the rest of her furniture and things like that, "You're coming back eventually." I looked at her, noticing her blush, "you're coming back, you can say you won't but I know you will."
And then she put the fucking cherry on the cake… or icecream. Whatever. She stuck her hand out for a handshake, a handshake. What was I a business partner? Maybe… maybe that was all I was, a quick fun fuck and then nothing more. I glared at her. She dropped her hand. "Goodbye Jake."
And then she was gone.
I stood there even after she left, I hardly registered it until there was complete silence.
NO, no, no!
I ran downstairs quickly. Thinking of all the times she saved me, all the times she kissed me and touched me. God I'd miss her. I missed her already, she couldn't do this to herself, to me, to us!
When I got down she was putting things in the trunk. I grabbed her around the elbow. I was becoming frantic, my sanity… a thin piece of glass that was cracking in the center of my fucking brain the more I considered the possibility of not seeing her.
"Sherry!" She stared up at me with shock.. and fright. Did she think I'd hurt her? ME? "Please think about this-
"Jake stop!"
"Why are you doing this Sherry?" I couldn't understand… why coludn't she looked past the girl? Past the words? "You and I are one Sherry!"
"We need time apart, we need to be apart… we can be friends but.." I didn't want to hear anything else.
The glass shattered.
She lied to me… she didn't want me at all. When you want someone you stick around and you love them and you forgive them! She was giving up, she never wanted me so much after all. She wanted a fuck buddy.
I'm a fucking idiot.
She was going to fucking leave me and think that that was the last of it? She was so wrong. So fucking wrong!
I felt used.
"You never loved me!" I hissed and shook her.
"Hey can your fucking hands off her!" Leon yelled… I think it was Leon, I saw nothing but her.
"Jake don't say that-
"You lied to me!" I released her; just touching her was making me feel insane. "Why would you leave me if you love me One mistake and this is what I get!"
Her wide eyes widened further, almost impossibly huge. "I'm leaving you because you need to get help, you never got help for your violence, or your anger, and you have a lot of issues you need to fix Jake. Get help, I'm not going to put up with this. Forget me, forget everything and focus on yourself."
Who the fuck did she think she was talking to? "I don't need help. And you never loved me." I couldn't get over it. I wanted to cry, to scream, to hurt and to kiss her back into my arms.
"You never loved me."
And then she grabbed Leon and ran to the car…
Never loved her… I never loved her…?
I watched her succumb to her tears and then they were gone.
The anger faded when I lost sight of the car… and it had grown dark out. I couldn't believe her last words to me
…
That had been a horrible day.
Jake Muller quickly left the room for a while and hoped that she wouldn't wake up. It was hard for him to make his way across the hall to the service desk where a receptionist sat. But he didn't care, there was something he needed to do before Sherry woke and he lost his nerve.
When he finished doing what he needed to do he went back to Sherry and lay beside her weakly. The walk had drained him and it hadn't even been that bad.…
He settled beside her and smiledwhen she moved closer to him.
…
When Sherry woke up she was pleased to see Jake behind her still. She sat up carefully and stared at him with a smirk. He watched her silently, "you watch me sleep? You weirdo."
"You're cute when you sleep." He responded, making her blush as he knew she would. Now he grinned, "I haven't lost my touch."
"Cocky asshole," she laughed, "do you want me to get you some food?"
"Yeah, I'm starving. I want pizza." She rolled her eyes at this, "What? Pizza is delicious and if you say otherwise I think this friendship is over."
She laughed, "I like pizza too Jake but come on, really? Pizza? Can't you think of something more healthy."
"Sherry, I'm not dying."
"Maybe a salad?" She suggested.
His eyes darkened, "What did I tell you about salads?"
She laughed at this some more and took a seat on the chair. She didn't want to be so close to Jake suddenly, the reminder of the salad conversation made her think of better times before everything went to shit.
He seemed to grow upset by her sudden distance, "why don't you sit with me?"
She shrugged, rubbing her eyes. "I guess I just think it's better to have my own seat." She didn't want to upset him or herself.
"You think I'm gonna' hurt you or something?" He asked, with a little irritation in his voice. Had he somehow scarred her?
"It's not that at all, I just want to sit here." She fidgeted awkwardly, trying her hardest to not burst out of the room with panic. She didn't want to work him up, but she could see him balling his hands.
He sighed heavily, "how have you been? Since you left."
She stiffened at the question, he held her stare sternly, "I was… fine. Focused on work."
"And now that you don't have work? How do you feel?"
"I don't know." She answered honestly. His jaw locked tightly. "You?"
"I feel angry."
"Jake do we really have to do this now?" She ran a hand through her hair, "you need to focus on getting better. Please don't work-
"I'm not working myself up!" He snapped.
"You are, please, calm down." She stood, "If it makes you calmer I'll leave the room."
"Don't walk out that door. Leaving me here, again. You and I have to talk." She sighed and nodded, sitting down again and looking everywhere but him. She was certain that he was about to tell her off.
"What do you want to talk about?"
"About how I've felt since your departure." His voice was hard; she prepared herself for what was going to come. "When you left I thought I was going to be able to handle it, you know? I thought that you were going to leave, and I wouldn't do anything about my temper and that then I'd be fine without you… That once the therapist, or whoever I saw, got me fixed that I wouldn't even feel the need to have you there anymore," she didn't respond so he continued, "but then after just a few hours of knowing that you weren't near me, and weren't really going to be picking up my calls I started feeling things I never really felt before. They faded."
Her heart stuttered.
"But then the days passed," he licked his lips and his stare became more focused on her, "I didn't want to admit it, and I didn't… But I love you." She stared, shocked, "And whether you like that, or I like it - it doesn't matter, because I tried to convince myself of all the reasons why you aren't right for me. But I realize I'm a sort of emotional masochist." Her eyes watered, "Being with you, being a friend or something more, and fighting makes me happier than being okay with you and not having you at all. So I love you Sherry, and you need to know that before I continue with what I'm going to say."
She swallowed and nodded, looking around the room nervously. "Jake, you think you love me but I saved your life so you're just… grateful, that's all. You're under the influence of a few painkillers –
"No, I'm clearer than I've been in a long time Sherry don't try to downplay my emotions." His gaze flickered to his hands and he played with them nervously, "I've never done this before. Given up so much of my thoughts for someone else."
"Then don't Jake, just… forget –
"Oh please," he rolled his eyes at her, "you're trying so hard to act like I don't affect you. You love me Sherry and you want us to work… you want to be with me as much as I want to be with you."
She rolled her eyes now, "yeah, but you know why we didn't work. I was too… weak, and you were too overwhelming and angry."
"I'll get help for that. I was out while you slept." His voice became softer, "I asked about anger management therapy… I got a number; I plan to call it once I'm out of here. I know that I need to control myself… I know that I fucked up. And I'm so sorry about that, baby." She shivered and dropped her face into her hands, he's killing me. "I'm so fucking sorry."
Jake watched her as she struggled to contain a sob. "What do you want from me Jake? What is it that I'm supposed to say to that?"
He blinked, unsure.
"Jake I was waiting for so long to hear that… and now you tell me that you love me after so much has happened…"
"I'm sorry…" he murmured. "I never want to hurt you like that again. Please, just.. give me another chance."
Sherry suddenly stood. He thought she was going to slap him and so he glared at her but to his shock she dropped her face to his chest in a similar fashion to how she had embraced him when he first woke up. "I'm sorry too."
"You don't have to apologize about anything…" he assured her gently, smoothing her crazy hair, "give me another chance Sherry. I'm not going to be the same person. I swear it. I get snappy but I swear that's not me being angry… just…"
"Passionate?" She chuckled, looking up at him with red eyes.
"Kind of," he winked and continued talking, "I know that I never said it to you… but I do love you. I didn't realize that until you left and I just couldn't function without you. Things just felt so bland and lifeless. I'd wake up wondering why I was in my apartment and not with you… that's when I realized the way I felt." He struggled to get the words out and didn't look at her as he said them, "this is all new to me… but I have to ask for another chance to show you that you and I would work. We would, Sherry. I know it. I know you better than anyone else, and you know me better than I know myself."
She sighed, "Jake do you really want to do this?"
"It'll be hard… with my therapy… but I want to do it. We need each other. "
She nodded then, "I'm always here to support you. And yes I want to be with you… that way… again, you know how I want to." She paused, in thought. "We'll go slow…"
His heart throbbed and he fought the impulse to slam her under him and take her right there, I love her, I love her. Jake Muller loves another woman, as a woman and not simple friendly affection. God, Sherry you don't know what you do to me… "very slow…" he agreed.
"And you'll go back to living at your apartment."
"Yeah, it'll be good to have our own space so that we don't… overwhelm each other," he agreed, although a bit disappointed that this was the way it had to be. "And I'll take you out on proper dates."
"Yes. And no sex for a while-
"Wait-wait-wait!" He protested with wide eyes. Sherry stared at him with humor, he looked like someone had told him that he could never again eat, "no sex? No sex? I don't think that's a good idea Sherry, haven't you ever heard of Blue-Balls?
"Of course I have heard of Blue-Balls!"
"Do you want that to happen to me?" He asked, incredulous, "do you understand that it's bad for me?"
She smirked coyly, "I guess that's why you have a right hand huh?"
"That's cruel… none, baby?"
"None." She stood straight, "Slow Jake."
"Sherry," he moaned, she raised a brow and he gave up the fight, he bit the inside of his cheek quietly, "okay what about kisses? Can I kiss you?"
She seemed to think about that for a moment. "Okay… kisses are acceptable but-
Before she could finish the sentence Jake pulled her down to his mouth in one smooth motion. She gasped with shock when he mouth collided with hers. Instantly she caved above him as he pulled her lower and demanded her to open his mouth with just his tongue. She parted her lips softly and let him run his tongue along hers.
"Mhm…" He groaned at her taste, "How the hell am I going to survive this Sherry?"
She smiled gently and he felt her fingers skating down the hospital gown. Then she let them linger right between his hipbones, so close to his groin… yet not there, "maybe you'll get a treat every now and then for good behavior."
"Fuck.." He groaned quietly when she pulled away with an evil smirk. "You damn tease…" He paused, then asked sheepishly, "Baby can you get me a bit of water from the hall?"
She nodded and started walking out; he watched her ass with a raised brow as she exaggerated the movements of her lips.
"You tease!" He hollered at her as she left the room with an evil chuckle.
How in the world was he going to survive this?
By far the longest chapter, but also the sweetest to write. I usually don't do 'happy' stories. So I loved that I could finally write a happy chapter.
So tell me my darlings, what do you think? Did you like it? Yes, no?
This is NOT the end of the story, I'm going to be ending it very soon and I've already started a new JAKE & Sherry story but it's not up yet. I hope that I have grabbed your attention with this story so that come the next one you will read that one? I am not going to reveal until the last chapter what that story will be about but I will post a little preview on the last chapter of this story.
SO if you WANT to read that story I would put an author alert on me so that when it does come up (I don't know how immediately it will be posted) you will be alerted.
So are you interested?
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Tell me what you think of this chapter, I did the first person of Jake as a little treat to you all. I always think First person is more fun, but third person is easier for getting an image in the readers head.
Did you like the first person?
Ok im done... last thing, the next chapter MIGHT be the last... I'm not sure. SO PLEASE REVIEW for this chapter and the next,
REVIEW :)