“I’m not crazy,” I hiss back and twist toward the window to berate Jaime for getting me into this mess. Only he’s already getting yelled at by someone I don’t even know. But, oh shit, would I like to get to… The man is gorgeous, despite the fact that anger reddens his fair cheek. He’s got inches on my over-six-foot-tall friend and I lick my lips because fuck is he the kind of man I’d love to pop my cherry.
