Chapter 357
- I catch Jake glaring at me across the table and stop twisting my hair for the fiftieth time; he’s been touchy this entire trip. Who would have thought a week’s worth of screwing leggy bimbos would actually make him more goddamn sulky?
- I thought sex was meant to put men in a great mood. It must have been awful sex.
- I look him up and down, trying to appraise that possibility.