He said, “Did you just kiss me to try to make him jealous?” I said, “Um.” We stared at each other. I felt like every one of my nerve endings had been dipped in lighter fluid and set on fire. He lifted his hand and slowly brushed his thumb over my lower lip. His voice an octave lower, he said, “You caught me off guard. Let’s try it again. And this time put your hand on my chest so it looks more authentic.” I grumbled, “Lord, you’re bossy—” But then I shut up because Jackson took my mouth and I couldn’t think, let alone speak.
