Noah

The door was still swinging shut behind Mariah and Jessa when I turned to look at Jackson.

He was frozen in place, staring after her with that half-shocked, half-satisfied look — like his brain hadn’t caught up to what he’d just done.

I leaned back in the booth, a grin tugging at my mouth. “Dude. What the hell was that?”

Jackson blinked, dragging a hand over his jaw. “What?”

“That,” I said, jerking my thumb toward the door. “You just kissed her. In front ...