My mate, My exception novel Chapter 31

"Time away from you." I joke teasingly. His smile falters for a second before he climbs into my bedroom.

"What a horrible thing to be away from." He greets me with a kiss and then folds his huge arms around me.

Jake has an average build for a guy. He was muscular but not like he was taking steroids. He was tall, compared to me at least, but wasn't a giant. I personally think that he has the perfect body, but that's just me.

"So I'm very frustrated." I tell him sighing.

"Are you frustrated in the same way I am?" He questions suggestively, raising his eyebrows. I slap his chest and laugh quietly.

"You are a jerk! And no, I am not sexually frustrated!" He laughs after this and I know he wanted me to say is aloud.

"I didn't say I was sexually frustrated...." He starts, wrapping his hands around my hips. "You thought of that yourself." I push him away and groan.

"You know what- nevermind." I tell him. I cross my arms and walk over to my bed, sitting down.

"Oh, come on Jennifer." He follows me to my bed and kneels in front of me, putting his hands on my knees.

"You know you're the only one who I allow to call me Jennifer."

"That's because you lovveee me." He tells me dragging out the v in love.

"No it's because your too stubborn for me to correct you." I retort smartly.

"You know me too well." He squeezes my knees. "Now tell me why your really frustrated."

I have to think for a minute before I reply, because I have a hard time recalling what I was gonna tell him in the first place.

He kisses me for a minute then slowly pulls back. I keep my eyes closed but I feel the heat of his face when he leans in again and gives me one more peck on my cheek.

It wasn't our first kiss, but it was out best kiss yet.

After me and Jake have our moment we decide to lay on my bed and chill. We lay next to each other with my head on his arm. We spend a while in silence, him playing with my hair. After some time he stops and reaches over me to my bedside table. He picks up the book I have been reading which was: The Best Of Me.

He open it to the post-it mark I have in the middle. It wasn't my bookmark, but the paragraph was highlighted because it was my favorite part of the whole book.

He holds the book in his one hand, his other arm still around me. Then he clears his throat and reads out loud:

"Being together isn't about a honeymoon. It's about the real you and me. I want to wake up with you beside me in the mornings, I want to spend my evenings looking at you across the dinner table. I want to share every mundane detail of my day with you and hear every detail of yours. I want to laugh with you and fall asleep with you in my arms." (Excerpt From: Sparks, Nicholas. "The Best of Me." Grand Central Publishing, 2014-07-04. iBooks. This material may be protected by copyright.)

He stops reading, even though Dawson's confession to Amanda goes way further. Nicholas Sparks is my favorite writer and I have read all of his other books.