Chapter 38

I don’t recognize this Jake, the heaviness of his voice, the facial expression, the body language, and the darkness of his usually clear green eyes. These eyes most definitely take a long slow look at the aforementioned cleavage. I take my hand from his arm and wrap my arms around myself protectively to cover my cleavage and exposed body, unsure now. All I manage to do is create more cleavage, so I loosen my arms again, embarrassed. I experience a considerable pang of loss for sober, regular Jake right now, as though he’s gone away somehow.

“You cold?” His hand comes up to touch my shoulder, and I jump.

Crap.

I’m nervous.

Why? It’s Jake! I’m being stupid. Is it because I’m dressed this way, and he’s looking at me like that? Jake would never hurt me in that way.

I’m exposed and self-conscious and feel naked and overly vulnerable. And being vulnerable is not something I can do; it’s making me edgy.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…” His voice is breathy, an