Smiling brightly, Jack gently pinches my chin, his touch soft and sweet. “Not a problem,” he whispers. “I’ll see you Saturday.” Leaning down, he presses the sweetest of kisses on my lips, lingering longer than expected then pulls away. With a sexy wink, he adjusts the cuffs on his button-up shirt and gives a curt nod to Dylan before taking off, leaving me in a sexually aware stupor. Not even sure if he’s out of earshot, Dylan says, “That was freaking hot. The way he kissed you like that. God, he’s fine.”
