Tiffy felt Jake squeeze her hand. Grinning slightly as he whispered in her ear about being more than friends. She fished around in her pocket and located her cell phone. She dialed Timmy (her brothers) number.<br/>The phone rang three times, then the voice mail picked up. "Hey Timmy. It's Tiff. I was calling to let you know that I'm not at home anymore, I am at a doctor's...sorta. Well. I'll talk to you later than. Love you, bro." She closed her phone quickly, shoving it in her pocket before Jake scooped her up. She was amazed at how toned he was, but kept her mouth shut. She heard him say that he was sleeping on the couch, biting back a plead for him to sleep in the bed with her. He covered her up, saying that it was less lonely with her there.<br/>"Jake. Please, stay here." She said, lacing their fingers together again. "I can't sleep. Its hard when there's no noise or music or another heartbeat." She dropped her eyes, ashamed of what she had just admitted. "I haven't slept in about six months. When my dog died." She held his hand between hers. "Please. It will help." she whispered back, trying to stay awake for a while longer.