I wake early the following day lying on my back, completely entangled in Jake’s limbs on my side of the bed. He’s wrapped around me possessively, one arm around my waist, pulling me into his abdomen so that his face is in the nape of my neck, the other arm bent behind me, so his fingers are entwined in my hair above. I try to maneuver out of his grasp, but my efforts only cause him to pull me in tighter, making it nearly impossible to get out. His legs looped and twisted through mine, so ...