CHAPTER 2
JAKE
The next morning, I woke up with that same knot in my chest. I couldn’t explain it. I wasn’t supposed to like it. I wasn’t supposed to replay every single second from last night. The sound of his voice. The way my body responded before my head could even argue. It was wrong. It had to be wrong.
So why did I want more?
I pushed the thought aside, sitting up in bed, but my eyes shifted on their own toward the sound of running water. Miles was in the shower. The door was cracked open just enough for steam to curl out. I told myself I was just listening. Just curious. But my feet moved before my brain caught up.
I stood in the doorway, watching.
He was all lean muscle, water trailing down his back. His hand smoothed through his hair, tilting his head back under the spray,
