Chapter 527
- What the hell, Jake?
- “I can’t do this! Shit!” Jake slides away and gets out of bed, adjusting himself in his boxers and walking off toward the en suite at a fast pace.
- “Jake, what the hell?!” I snap after him, suddenly self-conscious, hauling the bed sheets over my naked upper half, the shame of rejection coursing through me. A sob hits my throat as I’m filled with self-doubt, but Jake spins at the bathroom door.