Jacob complied, lifting his arms as Tiffany carefully pulled his shirt over his head. The warmth of his skin against her fingers sent a shiver through her, and she quickly averted her gaze to the floor. She couldn’t focus on how close they were or how her heart raced at the thought of being so intimate with him.

“You have to take your pants off too,” Tiffany said, trying not to blush.

Jacob’s lips curled into a small smile. Or what looked like a ghost of his usual charming smile. ...