Jesse pulled away from me, staring into my eyes while trying to catch his breath. My heavy breathing matched his, and it took everything in me not to march him right up the stairs and throw him on the first bed I could find. His chest heaved, my eyes were drawn to the muscles working under his shirt, but all I really wanted was for him to kiss me again.

He didn’t. Instead, he smiled at me, grabbed my hand, and tugged me along with him. We ducked through a door at the side of the house that led into a garage, and the first thing I saw was his...