“hm?” jake asked once he picked up your call. after hearing your voice, he was already out of bed and sliding his shoes on. “okay, i’m on my way,” By the time he arrived at your apartment you were already on the couch, groaning. “Shh, I’ve gotcha.” He hushed, placing down a bag with what seemed to be a can of soup. Jake sat you up, placing his hand on your forehead, he hissed. “You’re hot.” He muttered, ignoring the weak giggle that escaped your throat “I mean in a temperature way, asshole.”