I start packing up my case, my phone on charge in its dock by my bed, as I take my time and some breathing space from Jake so I can think. He’s like a tornado that devours everything in its wake when he’s with me, and sometimes I need time to process things more slowly.  

I’ve put on jeans, a T-shirt that skims my figure, Converse sneakers, and a denim jacket. This is probably the most casual he’s ever seen me other than my gym attire, but for some reason, I feel comfortable ...