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

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

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

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

“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.”

“When I turn back to Jase, he’s again beaming at me. “You’re nice.” He sounds pleased, as if he hadn’t expected this aspect of my personality.”

“You have to kiss me," I find myself saying. "Yeah." He leans closer. "I do.”