Chapter 72

• I felt Jake’s fingers gently brush my hair out of the way, brushing over my skin in a feather-light movement as if he was trying to initiate as little physical contact as possible. Oh, he was such a good guy.
• If it were Adonis. My ovaries moaned just thinking of how he’d take advantage of the situation and completely, brazenly, and shamelessly vandalize the act of detangling the hooks of my cloth. He would turn something innocent and simple into pure sin. My skin was heating from just thinking about him. I should be upset.
• I felt Jake’s uneven breath fanning my hair from behind as he reached for the tight snag of strings pressed into my skin and then a finger dug into my soft skin to pull it up. I felt his breath halt fleetingly.