Note: This chapter...is kind of contained NSFW part that I embarrassedly managed to write. So, yeah, pardon my bad grammar and ugly writing. 

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"So, where is this secret coffee shop you talked about?"

I turn and find Jake is putting his wallet inside his pants pocket. We just had finished delightful lunch, our laughter and conversation (mostly my monologues) are still lingering in the air as we walk out from the restaurant. I have no clue about how much Jake paid for today's lunch but I saw some cash when he paid for our food. It must be so damn expensive. I'm upset that old man didn't give him free meal or at least discount, at least that's what I saw judging about how much cash Jake handed to the cashier.

"That's just few blocks from my flat," I explain. But that means we will separate too soon if we go grab some coffee right away. I don't want that.

"Oh," his brows are raised. I guess he realise that too. "Very well, shall we go now?"

Then Jake calls the taxi for us while I'm hoping for us to hardly get the taxi, but no, the taxi comes right away parked in front of us. He then opens the door for me as the sign to get inside first, which I stop him right away by holding the side of his shirt. I'm thinking to go there by bus, but it is too much of public space. Too many people. Who can ensure that it will be safe for Jake and his transparency while being in the public transportation? I highly doubt that. So it makes taxi is the best option we got so far. Let's just ask the driver to stop at the bus stop so we can walk to the coffee shop. Yeah, that will do.

"Nothing," I smile. "Let's go then."

The traffic is smooth, which I hate it. I'm hoping it will be crowded and there is going to be traffic jam like usual. It's Sunday after all, it's a weekend! But why suddenly people didn't go out and crowd the whole street like when I spent some time by myself? I take glance on my phone screen, it's still 5 o'clock but the sky already turns darker rather than usual. Will it rain? As soon as I notice the bus stop, I immediately sign the driver to stop. Jake looks very surprised but he didn't ask much but just pay the fare again. I hope I didn't make him broke in one date.

"What was that?" he walks beside me. I look up and read his expression which is now showing confusion and uncertainty.

I cannot help myself but grin. "Nothing," I lie.

"What's that grin for?" He lifts one brow, still watching me in perplexed.

I press my lips together, forcing my smile away. "I'm just excited to get some coffee."

"Right," he smiles. "As if I didn't notice your sneaky plan to stop the taxi right in front of the nearest bus stop in your neighbourhood."

I blush.

I'm trying to counter his statement—which is true and I hate to admit it, but I cannot come up with anything. So I'm just looking away while our hands are brushing each other until Jake chooses to hold mine, his hand covering my hand entirely. Without saying anything, I'm holding his hand and intertwining our fingers together as if they were meant to fit perfectly together.

As we step inside the coffee shop, there are only 4 customers inside; one person is sitting while facing the huge window of the shop and reading a thick novel, two people are sitting not far from the first person while having chit-chat and sipping their lattes, the last person is drowning on whatever on her laptop with a slice of carrot cake and latte as her companion. It makes us don't have to get in line and directly order the coffee to the barista.

"Good afternoon," the barista smiles cheerfully to both of us. "Oh—it's you MC. How have you been? I rarely see you these days. Let me guess... cappuccino for here as usual?"

"Hi Kevin," I greet him. Since I'm one of those loyal customers here, it isn't weird that the barista know my name and even my usual order, right? Especially when the shop is near my place and we often have the chance to bump into each other. "Yes, I've been busy these days. Now finally have some free time to get my usual order."

I chuckle. Kevin also chuckles. Only Jake that doesn't chuckle.

"Of course," Kevin winks while smiling so wide. "Then what about you, mate?"

"Coffee. Black. For takeaway..." he takes a short pause. "...mate."

"We don't stay here?" I ask, confused.

"I prefer spending time in your place," he winks at me as he tugs the strand of my hair behind my ear.

That's a sudden strangely hot moment he gives me.

"Oh..." I can feel the heat on my face. "Well then, mine also takeaway please." And I find Kevin's face is strangely frowning. Now I understand about what's happening here. Jake is jealous. I love it. I love the Jealous Jake.

"Good, so 1 cappuccino for you and 1 black coffee for this mate and take away." Kevin wraps our orders before asking about the warm pumpkin pie on the display or their signature carrot cake or their new muffin like usual. "That will be £5.20."

Jake takes his wallet out from his pocket and I quickly hold his wrist to stop him from spend more money in our very first date. "No, you promise me I will buy you coffee."

"Yeah, and I did." He hands out the cash to Kevin, "would you mind to give the receipt to the lady next to me, Kevin? Oh, you can keep the change."

"What—well, thanks mate..." Kevin says sheepishly and hands me the receipt before going to make our orders.

I stare at the receipt then stare at Jake who is now leaning on the wall and his eyes are gazing on me, waiting for my response. "Uhm, a little bit help here?"

"You insisted to buy me coffee," he smiles. "I bought yours and you bought mine. The price is on that receipt you are holding."

I nod then quickly grope for my wallet inside my purse but then Jake holds my hand and pulls me closer to him. "Later," he says. "We still have much time."

I smile, completely amused with his act. I always have this assumption about how much Jake is not PDA person but thinking about today, I need to dump that assumption. Judging from today's date, he is like a man written by woman; he is gentle, polite, such a sweetheart, that type of guy that you will not be ashamed to bring in front of your friends or family. That type of guy that will make your parents love him more than you as their own child. That type of guy that will make your friends defend him when you have an argument with him. That type of guy that will make you question yourself about what did your past life do until you have him in your arms?

I might sound like I'm really biased but Jake is such a lovely man and it's such an unfortunate how he is living tough life like this; when a freedom is such a luxury to have. It makes me so eager to discover about his life, to reveal what actually happened until he lost that luxury. But to be honest, I'm kind of scared. Rather than scared with the damage that I will find from him, I'm more scared if my questions, my intention to know him further will bring him to the memory he want to erase. I'm more scared with the questions that in any way will harm him and damage him even more. Because he must have lost so many things, he must have killed so many parts of himself just to stay alive, just to be survived.

We are only a block away from my place, when I'm slowing my pace until stop completely. Jake notices right away as he also stops and turns himself to face me completely, holding the black coffee that he sipped in every minute. He lifts one brow and look at me, perhaps studying me for finding the reason why I suddenly stop when it's just a block away from our final destination.

Just when I open my mouth intending to call his name, I feel a droplet of water against my skin. It begins with the pitter-patter of the rain but the drops suddenly fall even faster and become a downpour. The sudden heavy rain is pouring and every drop of the water bathes me in until I can smell that fresh and earthy scent. People are rushing and passing past us, seeking for the shelter to run away from the rainfall, but neither of us is moving, neither of us is trying to get away.

Neither of us, until Jake moves first. He throws his cup of black coffee that I'm certain that's already mixed with the fresh water from upstairs, I throw mine too—I wonder if we will get scold for littering in the middle of heavy rain. His hand reaches my face, despite the cold of the rainfall is that sliding down on my skin, my face, my neck, my body, my everything, and I still can feel the warmth from his skin that brushing me. I still can feel the taste of his lips that strokes against me. I still can feel his body heat that press against me. I still can feel him.

The lips of his as cold as the first snow in the soothing night and as wet as the dew on the grass in the morning, it's soaked from the rain but then I can feel the warmth of his tongue gently strokes mine. It twirls and dances inside me, giving me life and colour when our surroundings feel little grey because of the rain. Jake's warm hand is moving to the back of my head and the other hand is holding my waist tightly, wrapping me in his embrace; while both of my hands are clutching on his shoulders as if those already attached with him, becoming him.

Is it our second kiss? I cannot remember. Every time we have kiss, it's feeling so great, it's feeling so amazing. It feels like we have done this so many times since his mouth fits mine so perfectly, as if this is our usual routine, as if we are the two pieces of puzzle that matching.

If only it's not because both of us are still mere human that need oxygen to breath, there is nothing that can possibly separate us right now. I lean on his chest while hoping to hear his heartbeat but only the rainfall that I can hear. He pulls me closer into his arms, embracing me until I can feel his chest is going up and down as he is panting so hard.

"Going to catch the cold, aren't we?" he chuckles. His words are clear as he speaks next to my temple. "Come on," he says while pulling me away and taking my wrist, keeping me close as both of us are running. I match my pace with him, both of us are running until we finally reach the entrance of Mister Wright's building.

"Should check the weather forecast," I pretend to be disappointed. I'm grateful, absolutely. I cannot help but notice the figure of Jake who is soaked by the rain; how dare he is brushing his drenched hair while the shirt that soaked by water is clinging to his torso, outlining the lines of his abdomen. How dare he do that without thinking the damage that he causes on me?

"Neither did I," he takes out his flip phone, perhaps checking if the phone still works out or not.

"It feels like the rain is not going to stop any sooner," I mumble, waiting for him done checking his phone.

"Feels so," he turns at me. "You should go inside and get change immediately."

"What about you?"

"Do you have umbrella that I can borrow?"

"And letting you pass through that heavy rainfalls after soaked by the water? No." I cross my arms over my chest. "Come inside, I believe I have some clothes that you can borrow."

"How come you have some clothes which fit me?" he lifts one of his eyebrows, there is accusation in his tone. Oh, is he being jealous? I love this overprotective side of him.

"I like wearing oversized clothes when staying at home," I open the entrance door and beckons him to follow me. "Some of it really big since I bought men outfit. So I believe you can wear it." As we are going inside, there is so much water over the floor as if there is something leaked. It feels like not only us that got soaked by the sudden rainfall. I hope we don't get scolded by Mister Wright or maybe I will just make Jake to persuade him in case he's angry.

When we finally inside my flat, I immediately go to the bathroom and take two towels. I hand one of it to Jake and dry myself with another towel. "Wait here, let me take the clothes," I sprint toward my bedroom and check my cupboard to see the oversized shirt and pants that I thought will fit on Jake. After I managed to find the right size, I head toward him.

Normally I'm neither feeling shy nor awkward when a guy is taking off his shirt and making him exposed his upper body's half-naked. Normally. Since I'm growing up with brother who loves to bring his guy friends stay over or spend the weekend together, I'm getting used with that kind of horror scene. But this time is different, well of course it is! I already thought about whatever lies beneath that polo shirt twice—let me remind you, twice! Which is I never did it with other guys before. So when I found Jake with his upper body's half naked, exposing his bare skin and making me notice that he owns these huge tattoos that covered almost of his back, what do you expect me to do besides subconsciously walk toward him and brush his tattoo with my fingers?

It's just a small and light touch that I made subconsciously against his back, but he easily flinches and immediately holds my wrist, his gaze on me is intense.

"I don't know you are a tattoo person," I comment. "Even the massive one."

"I'm seriously concerned about your opinion on me," he escapes soft chuckle.

"That's why you need to open up," I click my tongue. "First thing first, may I see it?" I beam.

There is slightest hesitation on his face but then for whatever reason, he relents. Then he turns his back on me, granting me with a great view of his back and of course his tattoos. As my fingers gingerly explore the intricate designs etched upon his skin, I find myself captivated by the artwork that adorns him. Beginning at the upper back, near his nape, a majestic ship with its flag unfurled commands attention. Following the contours of his spine, a meticulously crafted clock, its intricate details resembling a perfectly real image, captures my gaze. Nestled beneath the clock, a compass merges harmoniously with bare branches, their absence of leaves adding more questions for me about the meaning of his tattoo. The compass is connected with a simple design gears, but still meticulously shaped and aligned. As my eyes travel downward, I discover a lighthouse gracefully stretching from his lower back to his loin, elegantly encircled by twin anchors. The expanse of his shoulder blades down to the lowest part of back reveals a symmetrical arrangement of bold geometric lines resembling wings, as if those are fences that keeping the art on his spine to be protected.

While I'm staring on his tattoos, my eyes are catching some scars scattered like there is the constellation engraved on his back. The scars that are faint and covered with the tattoos' ink make you have to get closely to see them. "This is beautiful," I says while keep stroking his back. "This is painfully beautiful," I correct my previous word. With the amount of pain for making this masterpiece, I couldn't imagine how much he needs to suffer.

He turns to face me, there is something in his gaze that I cannot grasp into it. "I will deliver your praise to the creator," his lips curl and form a smile.

"So many people must want to get in line to see that masterpiece," I tease.

"I don't know about that," his hip is leaning against the wall while still staring at me. "There are only two people this far."

"Two?" I lift my eyebrows, feeling upset about the fact that I'm the second. "Who are they?"

"The tattoo artist and you."

I cannot recall who starts this another round of passionate kiss we are sharing with each other; was it me or was it Jake? The only thing that I can remember that I lean closer to him as his hand glides to my lower back and pulls me against him, and just like that... our lips are pressing into each other again. The kiss is little different this time; it's still sharing the same passion and affection from the previous, but it's more deep and somehow more desperate.

He pushes my body and makes me being pinned against the wall, not so hard but it's so gentle. His hands wrap around me as if I'm a fragile thing and he is afraid to cause any harm. The mouth of his tastes so sweet and I'm certainly addicted with the taste and its sensation he puts under me. He pulls down the collar of my turtleneck, making it expose a glimpse of my skin and he claims the land to be his. He kisses, he nibbles, he sucks, as if he is trying to declare that I'm his.

And he succeeds.

As I cannot help myself but escape a soft moan, my hands are clutching onto his shoulder and grasping it tightly. I perhaps cannot think straight under this situation but I clearly know what I want. And I want him right now, so, so bad. And I want to throw whatever things that crossing Jake's mind, until it makes him pull away and stares at me with those ocean waves that still calmly welcome me.

"Should I stop?"

That question is clearly rhetorical. He is not asking because he wants to stop, but instead he is asking because he wants me to say it clearly what I want. He wants me to say it out loud, that I, also want him as much as he wants me.

"No," I trace his bare chest with my finger. "I thought it's clear that I want you as much as you want me."

"I hope you are aware that I just wanted to have lunch with you," he inhales deeply and exhales sharply. "And I didn't come prepared, not at all," he nudges his nose on my forehead.

"I hope you are aware that I'm always understanding my menstrual cycle," I'm peppering his neck with kisses. "And lucky you, it's already passed my fertile time."

He clenches his jaw with his eyes are staring at me, it's growing darker as if the desire he has been holding is finally growing bigger and consuming him. But he still hesitates to make a move.

"No way, is it your first time?" I accuse.

He snorts, feeling offended with my accusation, "I'm sorry to disappoint you but you are not my first." He lifts his brow, showing that cocky grin that I don't know that he has. "Is it yours?"

"Of course not," now I'm the one that feeling offended right now. I don't know why it feels like we are showing off about the fact that we both already had our first time moment in having intercourse with someone else. "Then, why you still hesitate? Do you have STI?" I accuse him again.

"I'm really strict with the person I'm making love with," he leans closer and plants another kiss on my temple to my jaw and then my neck. "I can assure you that I'm clean," his hand is slipping under my shirt as he is breathing and whispering on my ear. "Are you?"

The way he said making love instead of having intercourse or having sex—or worst, fucking someone, really managed to make my heart pounding so hard. "Am I what?" I feel like I'm starting to lose my composure as he begins to claim me again.

"Clean," he replies shortly as his hand that inside my shirt is caressing my skin. I can feel his warm hand again on me. "Are you also clean, MC?"

"I am," I answer but I'm not sure if the words managed to escape from my mouth because what I can hear is my moan and his deep breath that are born because of his fingers running all over my skin and my thigh suddenly between his legs. As my knees feel weak and start to tremble, I'm clutching onto Jake and mumble, "let's move to bedroom."

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Note: Don't do this, fella. Remember what Uncle Ben said, great power comes with great responsibility. Always use contraception! And always put the trash on the trash bin! Do not littering!