“About before, Emma, maybe we should leave it for a bit.” Jake avoids looking at me. That urge to bash him on the head takes me over, disappointed rage, and crazy hormones rise, hitting me hard.

I goddamn knew it.

“Not a fucking chance.” I snap in complete tantrum mode and yank my hand out of his. “I’ve had enough of this. You’re more than capable, as you've just proven, and if you don’t make good on what you started in there at some point today … then I’m ...