As we kissed, our tongues swiping and swirling against one another, my breathing grew shallow. Jakes' fingers traced delicate circles on my arm and I felt the weight of his other hand at my side, its heat radiating through my shirt. All of it awoke an internal heat that made my body . . . my flesh . . . simmer. My hands came up from his biceps to scratch lightly at his shoulder blades.

"Time," Tom interrupted again.

"That was awesome," Jake gushed, braking our kiss and pulling away.

My disappointment was harder to hide this time, but I believe I managed.

Jake had barely vacated the couch when...