I swallow as my thoughts take a dive in a direction they have no right to go. His lips look… kissable.

How inappropriate.

"You’re a sight, Layla." Jared’s words carry a heaviness that has me swallowing. I brush some falling strands away from my face and get ready to get up.

"Don’t. Stay where you are." Jared is with me in six large strides before kneeling. His red T-shirt clings to every defined crevice of his body. I swallow again, focusing on ...