I'm Here to Fix You - Broken Souls Series #2

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CHAPTER 75 - SHOOT

A WHILE AGO

SILVIA

"Are you sure you're ready to drive this thing?" I asked, wiggling my brows. "Your bones have barely had the time to heal ..."

Jake laughed, one of his sarcastic yet sexy laughs that always have my insides churn, because yeah, I'm so cliché, I cannot keep my hands off of my boyfriend. "I think I showed you ..." he claimed, sexily biting his lips as he looked me up and down, "that I've healed all too well ..."

I rolled my eyes. There he goes, with that mouth of his. "I'm only worried about you." I grumbled, crossing my arms over my chest. "This thing already nearly killed you once." I hinted at his stupid motorcycle.

Jake placed the helmet onto the seat, and came to me, to cup my cheeks, and kiss me deep. I thought he was gonna say something mushy, as usual, because these days we're seriously the epitome of sappy lovesick couple, instead ... he left his forehead against mine, and claimed: "I love you, baby, but Loki isn't a thing. It's my child."

I pushed him off, but he laughed. "Loki. Seriously?" I scoffed.

He shrugged, grabbing his helmet. "Thor's too much of a good boy for me. Besides, poor Loki is misunderstood."

I arched an eyebrow at him. "What is it with you and always rooting for the villain?"

"They're more real. Nobody's that good, bad guys are realistic." He claimed. "Also, if some sanctimonious dude had ruined your life, you would be pissed, too." Jake grinned, doing that cute thing with his nose that reminds me he's human. I mean, his looks may be beyond Heaven, his life may have been beyond Hell, but there are things that make him ... normal-no, ordinary. Like the fact that he lets out those light snores when he actually sleeps - those 5 minutes he rests without problems, that is -, the fact that when he wrinkles his nose he looks like a cute little boy, or the fact that there's that smile of his, that ... happy, fully happy smile of his that I'd never known before confessing I loved him. Those little things, you know, those little things only a lovesick heart like mine sees. Of course, I could give you a long, long list of his flaws, but in the end, Jake is what he is, and I wouldn't want to change him.

Jesus, even my own inner self is disgusted by all this mushiness.

"Here, hop on." Jake said, handing me another helmet.

More than anything, I was surprised to see it was customized for me. It didn't only bear my initials, but also that drawing, a bird set free from a cage. Instinctively, I brought a hand to my necklace, the one he gave me long ago, the one I've never once taken off, not even to take a shower. Well, ok, I do take it off when I shower, but only because otherwise it would be ruined by water. "Where are we going?" I asked absentmindedly.

"To have sex on the beach." Jake laughed, ignoring my dirty look. "Ok, seriously speaking. I want to take you somewhere."

"Can't we use a car? Like normal human beings?" I argued, waking up from my reverie. That necklace, I had it tattooed on the left side of my back, at level with my heart. Jake hasn't even seen it yet. I did it the other day, for him actually. I hate tattoos. Well, all except his.

"Two wheels came before four wheels. Just hop on. It's safe, I promise." Jake claimed, but I wasn't convinced. So he played the dirty card: "Don't you trust me?"

Sneaky little bastard. I sighed, dejectedly taking the helmet. "Fine." I grumbled. "But if we crash somewhere, you better die on spot, or I kill you."