Chapter 13

“Your face is still too pretty!” I sigh in defeat, looking for something to criticize and finding nothing

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“Glad to hear it.” He smiles at me softly and lifts me with a little jerk to get me in his arms better.

“Wait, my shoes!… Sarah… Leila,” I mumble as coherently as I can, regaining my senses, surprised at the slurring mess I hear in my own ears.

Still drunk then? How long was I out?

“Daniel has taken Sarah to the car already. He’ll come back for Leila in a sec, and I have your shoes here.” He lifts his fingers under my legs, and I see my shoes swinging below them.

Of course, Jake would never forget a detail like that.

“Why are you here?” I gaze up at him with wide eyes, trying to focus on the double Jake I can see in front of me. I know why he’s here, but I need the words. I need Jake to be the balm that heals my wounds, and he needs to find a way to do it because trying to do it alone isn’t working.

“You know why, Emma. Do you th