After telling himself to sleep on it, Jake awoke the next morning with pretty much the same condemnation rolling around in his head, the one that had echoed in his brain even as he’d passed out face down on his pillow the night before.
You’re an i***t.
He’d been so close. He’d looked down at Addie, her face flushed and beautiful from the walk back to the house, and he’d almost bent down to kiss her…the operative word being “almost.”
Why he’d stopped himself before the fateful moment, he really wasn’t sure. At the time, he’d thought he didn’t want to take advantage of her — after all, even if she hadn’t been outright drunk, she was still pretty tipsy, and he didn’t want to do anything quite so momentous when she was in an impaired state. True, her gorgeous gray-green eyes had been glowin
