Zoey's POV 

  “Honey, is Zoey still in there with you?!” Jake's mom asked, accompanied by a few more knocks, and we leapt apart, panting.

  I quickly crouched to pick up my panties, but he snatched them before me, and I drew my brow together in disbelief.

  “What—

  “Shhh.” He cut me off, pressing a finger to his lips as he pulled me behind him.

  I had to suppress myself from gnawing at his guts for the unexplainable manner in which he just seized my private property.

  This could be termed a personal property violation, yeah?

  If that was even a thing.

  “Jake?” His mom called again.

  My heartbeat skipped as...