The next few minutes weren't too bad. Jake left the bathroom only to return with a pile of clothing which suspiciously looked like it contained another one of his shirts and stood outside while I changed.

"Wolfy, do you think I'll ever get to wear my own clothing" I huff, tugging at the long shirt. "I don't know what your talking about. You're wearing your own clothing" he insists, refusing to meet my eyes.

Narrowing my eyes into a glare I shuffle myself to sit at the end of the bed, my knees pressing against his legs. He still refused to look at me the only tell being his body straightening at the contact between us.

"Jacob" His eyes flick to me in an instant and he leans down slightly. "Again" he murmurs, leaning a bit too close for my heart. "What?" I'm sure the confusion was visible able on my face as I leaned back a little to met his eyes. "My name. Say it again. Please"

His name? Now that I think about it this entire time I've called him anything but his name. "Jacob?" The confusion still obvious by my tone. An infectious grin grew on his face, one that had me softly smiling in response.

"God it sounds better from your lips" he shook his head slightly flexing his fingers. " You alright there, Jacob" a chuckle leaving my lips as he halted his actions to watch me. "I'm perfect" He chuckles hauling my sitting frame up into his arms before settling me back in my blankets.

"You need to rest and I need to go on a quick run" his hands "Damn, sick of me already" A hand brushes my face lightly before a chaste kiss is placed on my forehead. "Never. But you need to sleep".