Lily’s pov

“You keep looking at me like that and I am going to forget the rest of the honest talk,” I say while I sit on the edge of the metal desk in the back office, jeans still on but the button undone and the zipper halfway down from where Jack’s fingers have been playing for the last ten minutes.

The takeout boxes are pushed to the side and the cold beers are empty.

It is late enough that the only light comes from the single bulb above us and the whole garage feels quiet and locked away from the rest of the world.

Jack stands between my knees,...