“Despite what you may think, I don’t go around having one-night stands with every handsome man I meet,” I add, my temper rising. Jake’s dark brows pinch together. “So, you admit that he’s handsome.” I grit my teeth, ready to tell him off, but then I see the hint of a smirk on his face. He’s in pain, he’s not happy with the conditions I’ve set for us, but he’s trying. I breathe a little sigh of relief. “I don’t know how to do this either,” I admit. “Let’s just…one foot in front of the other, okay?”
