And I love you, my little storm.

“Fuck off!” Stuart says, admiring himself in the glass of the oven door. “You’re…”

“Seriously, what is it about men in jeans and bare feet which is so totally hot?”

“You ask what I want from you?” His eyes move to my lips, then my eyes. “I want …”

“I hesitated. You can’t hesitate with a man like Jake.”