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Page 19 of Secrets Unveiled

“Hey. Jacob. We’re halfway to Omaha,” Will said, softly.

Jacob let out a big sigh in his sleep, and to Will’s surprise, Jacob grabbed hold of Will’s arm and cuddled it next to his face, in the crook in between his neck and shoulder, and began to snore again seconds later.

Will smiled to himself, secretly allowing himself to melt inside witnessing Jacob do something so sweet in his sleep. He allowed himself to enjoy Jacob’s small cuddle for about a minute, then tried to wake him again. He shook a little harder on Jacob’s shoulder.

“Jacob. Hey! We’re in Iowa City. You hungry?”

“Whaaaaa--?” Jacob said, suddenly opening his eyes. “Mmmm…” he said, blinking, and looking out the window. He looked down and realized he was still grabbing hold of Will’s hand, and let go quickly.

“Where are we?”

“Iowa City. You’ve been out for a good three hours,” Will said, smiling.

“Shit, man. Wow. I knew I lost some sleep last night, but that’s a long nap even for me,” Jacob said. He yawned, rubbing his face.

“I’m gonna fuel up, then wanna go grab a sandwich or something?” Will asked.

“Yeah! Sounds great,” Jacob replied.

Will stepped out to put gas in the car, realizing it was a nice, foggy day outside. It was cool for June, but not cold by any means, comfortable in a hoodie.

He put fuel into the car, then got back in the driver’s seat.

“Okay. Found a good sandwich shop like half a mile away,” Jacob said, looking at the app on his phone.

“Sweet. Lead me there,” Will answered.

They made the short drive to the shop, got out of the car and headed inside. They ordered their subs and sat down.

“So, how are you feeling after last night?” Will asked.

“Huh? What do you mean?” Jacob looked at him like a deer in the headlights.

“Your back. Does it hurt after taking that fall on the grass?”

“Ohhhhh. That,” Jacob answered. He moved his back a little, stretching it out to feel for any pain. “It’s pretty okay. Maybe a tiny sore spot, but I think we got off pretty easy. That could have turned out bad,” Jacob said, chuckling and shaking his head.

“I know, I know. Sometimes I get an idea in my head and I can’t help myself, even if I know it’s not gonna end well,” Will said, then took a bite of his sandwich.

“I do feel a lot better after taking that nap in the car, though. Thanks for letting me sleep,” Jacob said.

“Yeah, of course! Did you sleep okay last night?” Will asked.

“Eh, not really. Kind of tossed and turned. But I’m good now,” Jacob responded.

They ate the rest of their meal and left feeling full and satisfied. Will hopped into the passenger seat for the second half of the drive. They were still about four hours away from Omaha, and Will plugged in his phone for some music, settling in.

After lazily staring out the window for a while, Will brought out his sketchbook from his backpack and began to sketch the road ahead of them for a handful of minutes. After a while, he got tired of drawing the same landscape. He turned his body to the left a little, shifting in his seat. He looked over at Jacob and watched him drive, his muscular arms reaching out to the wheel. He turned his sketchbook to a blank page, and began to draw Jacob in broad strokes, looking up to Jacob for a split second, then back down to the page, over and over.

After a minute Jacob briefly turned his head and looked over at Will.

“I knew it. You’re trying to draw me?” Jacob asked, grinning, stealing glances at Will.

“Guilty as charged. But keep your eyes on the road! That’s not safe, and it’s messing up my drawing, anyway,” Will smiled.

“Sorry about that. I’ll go back to posing for you,” Jacob said, throwing his neck back slightly, pursing his lips, and lifting one hand in a mock pose. Will laughed, shaking his head.

“Come on. You’re handsome enough on your own, you don’t need to pose,” Will said. He bit his bottom lip after saying it, realizing he had probably said too much, yet again.Oh well, he thought,if Jacob isn’t used to my lack of a filter by now, that’s his own problem. He continued to sketch him until he had reached a place in the drawing he was happy with.