Chapter 5“Ugh.”
Jesse looked up from the stack of takeout menus that he’d been shuffling through, waiting for lunch inspiration to strike. He was perched at one end of the couch, with Jack’s feet in his lap. Jesse could see Jack’s pout reflected in the light of his phone, held over his face from where he lay on his back, stretched out along the couch.
“Who’d they pair you up with this time?” Jesse asked.
Jack lowered his phone and raised one eyebrow. “How did you know?”
Jesse shrugged and pinched one of Jack’s toes lightly. “You always make that same face whenever you check the tabloids. And do the same little huff of annoyance.”
“I do not,” Jack insisted. The corners of his mouth twitched upward, but his pout remained firmly in place.
“You do, too,” Jesse said calmly. “And it’s cute
