Anna sauntered across the room, rounding the coffee table. She planted herself in front of Jack, fists on her hips as she hit him with a disapproving glare.
He looked up at her with those big, blue eyes, and the tiny flicker of anger she had felt faded away. None of this was his fault.
Anna straddled him, clamping her hands onto his shoulders and slamming him hard against the back of the couch. She leaned in to kiss him, then touched her nose to his. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
Twisting around, Anna grabbed the tablet off the table and then held it up in front of her face. “Tonight on Jack,” she said in her best TV-announcer voice. “Our hero is in hot water when a very horny Anna decides that enough is enough.”
She tossed her head back, rolling her eyes in the most exaggerated way pos
