Two weeks later.

"Hey beautiful, want to spend the night in my room?" Jake winks and I chuckle at him, shoving him backwards into the couch with a little push on his chest. Ever since we spent the night together, he always drops suggestive comments, leaving me burning bright red.

"Get stuffed, you're like a dog in heat," I scold him playfully, reaching for the remote. He pouts and whines like a dog, causing me to grin at his adorable, puppy like behaviour.

"Jake, heel!" I say firmly, pointing my finger at him. He scrunches his eyebrows up —

"I can't heel, I'm on the couch, dumbass."

"Hey!" I protest,...