9
Jake had just come out of the shower, hair damp, shirt tugged halfway down his chest like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to wear it or not. He walked into the kitchen and leaned against the counter. “You always wake up this pretty?”
I rolled my eyes, smiling. “You always flirt like a teenager?”
He pulled me in by the waist and I didn’t fight it.
“You smell like my shampoo,” I whispered.
“You smell like sin,” he said, and kissed me before I could laugh.
I moaned into his mouth, leaning into his touch and feeling like we didn’t have to hide us anymore.
“What the fuck.”
Jake pulled back fast. I turned, heartbeat instantly spiking.
Ryan was frozen mid-step in the kitchen doorway. I didn’t even hear him come down the stairs.
“Ryan—”
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
His face went pale. T
