“...And the way he does look at me makes me feel absolutely beautiful.”

“...And theway he does look at me makes me feel absolutely beautiful.”

“What's up with this sudden obsession with Jakes physique? He shoots me a look that asks: Is he measuring me for a coffin?”

“Think about how it looks, Samantha. Not just how it feels. Make smart choices. Always consider consequences.”

“Hey, he says again, sitting down next to me as though he knows me well. “Need rescuing?”

“He instantly covers my fingers with his own, giving me his slow, intoxicating smile. I feel a pang, as though I'm handing over a part of myself I've never offered before.”

“Jase props himself up on an elbow, looking at me for a minute without saying anything. His face gets an unreadable expression, and I wish I could take back walking over.Then he observes, “I’m guessing that’s a uniform.”Crap. I’d forgotten I was still wearing it.”