I can tell by the way he’s looking at me with his eyes half-closed that he’s gonna kiss me. I smile, knowing Nate’s watching, but Jarrod assumes it’s for him and grins. He reaches out, places his hand on my forearm, then leans down. I tilt my head back the slightest bit. Just as his lips touch mine, an arm wraps around my middle and pulls me back. Hard. Jarrod’s eyes shoot wide open, then narrow, all in the same second. His eyes drop to the arm around my waist then dart to the brazen man-boy it belongs to. “What the fuck, Nate?” His
