Chapter 52

My skin is still tingling from head to toe. I shiver and reach for the throw on the couch, wrapping myself in it; I stand by the window, looking out over dark Chicago, trying to distract myself. The rough, downtrodden area looks worse by moonlight, and I’m counting the hours until I get out of here. It’s a distraction anyway, something I need right now instead of obsessing over the highly erotic episode a few minutes ago.

“Hey,” Jake’s husky voice startles me, and I turn quickly, my face flushing with heat and shame. Embarrassment oozing from every pore, I wonder if there’s a possibility he did know what we were doing, after all, since he’s awake so soon. “I woke up in a bed alone. Thought you’d run off,” he says, smiling lazily, still looking sleepy with messed-up hair and in his T-shirt and jeans. He’s the poster boy for ultimate sexiness, and I swallow the urge to groan with horniness.

Crap. Don’t go there.

“Hey,” I respond quickly, looking back to the window, u