Bumping into old faces.

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 don't you come join me?" I suggest, holding out the spoon towards Jake. Sharing Nutella is a huge step for me, he should feel honoured.

"As amazing as that sounds, I want to take you out." Jake smiles, glancing up at me from under his dark lashes. I pause, butterflies fluttering in my stomach from his words.

"Where to?" I ask calmly, shoving another huge spoonful of nutella in my mouth which tastes heavenly.

Seriously, which God created Nutella?