“Rachel…what do you want to have happen here?” Jake presses. “Do you want me?” His words cut through the swirling torrent of my thoughts. Every part of me softens at the look in his eyes. Oh, my sweet Mystery Boy, always doubting himself. “Jake, yes,” I say, crossing over to him. I cup his face, tipping up on my toes to kiss him once, twice. “I want you,” I murmur against his lips. “I want you. You know I do.” He holds me by the elbows. “But you want him too…don’t you?” He doesn’t sound angry or hurt. He just needs to know. Oh god, is this possible? Have they done this before? Jake didn’t
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