“Something wrong?” he asks while studying my face. I put my head down and head into the kitchen, switching on the kettle, avoiding him. Willing my burning face to cool down; I know I’m probably blushing like mad.
“No.” I answer over brightly and focus on getting the mugs ready.
“You’re acting weird, shorty … What gives?” he’s frowning. Noticing it from the corner of my eye, I carry on with what I’m doing; the blood has rushed to my face even more so now and I am mildly freaking out.
“I’m just making coffee.” I shrug, trying to appear normal.
Jesus, Jake, leave me be. Stay back.
“Look at me then,” he commands. I tense and glance up, pasting a fake smile on my lips. Raising eyebrows before returning to what I’m doing, the heat radiating all over me and return quickly to looking at anything but him but that is so hard to do in a space this small.
“Okay … What did I do?” he crosses his arms menacingly, his biceps bulging, the stubborn Carrero look plastered all over him. I think I may faint.
“Nothing.” I laugh nervously. I drop the spoon and spill coffee granules everywhere with fumbling hands.
Shit.
“Spill, Anderson … I’ll torture it out of you. You know I will.” He walks toward me with a look that means business and I cave weakly. If I let him get too close, I may self-combust. I may actually pass out right in front of him.
I need to calm my hormones down.
“We kissed,” I squeak as he gets dangerously close to touching me. Then I hide behind my loose hair as shame envelopes me tenfold. I can’t tell him that I practically molested him in his sleep. That we were dry humping and I know what he feels like turned on and pushed up against me.
known to do more than kiss in my sleep.” He laughs. No hint of shock at all. “They call it ‘Sexsomnia’. It happens very rarely. It’s like a form of
Jake would have a manly sex related sleeping disorder.
stand beside me, and
cupboard, glad of the reason to move away. He has no idea that internally my body is acting like a pubescent teen after her first
it was …you were asleep.” I have no idea
that I was the one
my chest, his proximity making breathing difficult suddenly, in a
as his hand catches my shirt from behind, pulling me back against him softly, his mouth by my ear. “How
swat him away, pulling myself free, my skin burning and shame swamping me. I should have known he would react this way. Casanova Carrero! He makes a joke about everything, so why
relieving some of the tension at his playfulness, the usual flirty Jake while still trying to twist free from the
capture me again, this time holding my wrists in front of me so I can’t get away from him. My body held taught, his mouth
God!
that time I made out with you in my sleep.” His husky voice sends tremors
kitchen kiss in such a blasé way makes me feel calmer. I wish I had his ability to brush things like this off so easily. Make it all out to be nothing except forgettable misdemeanors. I guess when you’ve had more bedroom romps
A secret I’ll never tell him. He stops for a
kissed you … So, you kissed me back?” he moves forward, closing the gap between us, his face now serious.
Crap. Fuck. Shit.
scrambling in panic at how to answer him now. My
Jake!
hood. Her presence makes me sag with relief. I have never been so happy to have a third
it?” she yawns loudly, and I grab the opportunity to dive away from Jake toward the toaster as his attention is
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