With a dramatic sigh, I slid under the blankets and lowered myself to my back on the mattress.

There was a good foot of space between Jesse and me something I didn't particularly like but did feel was necessary.

I wasn't going to be the kidnapped, mail-ordered, Stockholm-Syndromed bride, after all.

"Close your eyes," Jesse instructed. I opened my mouth to argue.

"Tea, close your mouth and shut your eyes. You know I'm not going to grab your tits or anything." Did I know that? Yeah, I ...