Jake tried to focus on what you were saying but his eyes kept drifting downward towards your lips. He's supposed to be listening to your latest gossip while you are on his lap with your delicate fingers threading through his hair, but he barely notices, his mind is elsewhere, fantasizing about kissing your lips

"Babe, are you even listening to me?" You asks, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips

Jake jolts back to reality, his cheeks flushing slightly as he realizes he's been caught zoned out "Uh, yeah, of course I am babe. What were you saying?"