  &quot;I'm too much woman to be your side chick, I'm an all or nothing kind of guy when it comes to you.&quot; Daniel doesn't even look back. There's a moment of pause, his body language changes subtly as he changes tone completely. &quot;Have you heard from Leila lately?&quot; His voice instantly tense, I catch Jake frowning at the back of his head rather pointedly for a moment.
      &quot;Why would you ask about Leila? I thought you two stayed well clear of each other?&quot; Jake sits up, I know that look on his face. A dog with a bone, sniffing out some little secret. Whatever he's caught onto has peaked his Rottweiler mode.
      &quot;No reason. Just, you know, sometimes I wonder how she is.&quot; Daniel slides his food on the floor and lays out across the end of the bed lifting his feet up to get comfy.
      &quot;Okay, cut the shit. What happened with Leila?&quot; Jake's domine

  Returning to the room I climb into bed properly, stripping back to his T-shirt and pick up a book from my bedside table, some light-hearted romance Leila gave me that never piqued my interest back then. It's not too late but it's past seven, so going to bed isn't exactly unheard of. It's not long before my over exhausted mind drifts off mid-sentence.
      * * *
      &quot;Baby, no!&quot; Jake's disappointed voice breaks into my sleepy state. &quot;I had plans for you.&quot; His voice is husky and thick but I'm too tired to open my eyes.
      &quot;I'm exhausted.&quot; I sigh, enjoying his hands on my face, the heavy weight of his body on top of me, he smells good, a little too good.
      &quot;You're such a lightweight, bambino … I'm going to have to build your stamina up.&quot; He kisses me on the forehead and lifts off me. &quot;I'm going down to the gym with Daniel to expel some

  We're sitting with feet entwined on the huge king size bed in Jake's bedroom, backs against the padded headboard and a mountain of cushions with some action movie playing on his oversized flat screen TV hanging from the ceiling. There are Chinese food tubs standing all over the bed around us, open and easy to reach for dipping into.
      I'm wearing one of his T-shirts after our not so clean bubble bath and he's in a pair of dark gray sweatpants and a naked torso, showcasing his chiseled body and tribal ink perfectly. I have a serious case of 'my boyfriend's so hot' swoons as I watch his muscular arms and shoulders flex and tense as he shovels food into his mouth with the expertise of an avid Chinese food eater. He leans forward with chop sticks full of noodles and pops it in my mouth without waiting to ask if I even want any, his eyes glued to what he's watching. I'm being obedient a

&quot;I'm too much woman to be your side chick, I'm an all or nothing kind of guy when it comes to you.&quot; Daniel doesn't even look back. There's a moment of pause, his body language changes subtly as he changes tone completely. &quot;Have you heard from Leila lately?&quot; His voice instantly tense, I catch Jake frowning at the back of his head rather pointedly for a moment.
      &quot;Why would you ask about Leila? I thought you two stayed well clear of each other?&quot; Jake sits up, I know that look on his face. A dog with a bone, sniffing out some little secret. Whatever he's caught onto has peaked his Rottweiler mode.
      &quot;No reason. Just, you know, sometimes I wonder how she is.&quot; Daniel slides his food on the floor and lays out across the end of the bed lifting his feet up to get comfy.
      &quot;Okay, cut the shit. What happened with Leila?&quot; Jake's domineering protective tone cuts in, he picks up the TV remote and pauses his movie, slides up, leaving m

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