"You know, Moe, sending you that stupid text. I mean, if he hadn't said anything, you wouldn’t be all mad at me now." I gave him a weak smile. "I would've come home just fine, and everything would've normal."
"So you think the text was the problem?"
"No. Not really. But I'm just saying, if he hadn't contacted you, everything would've been okay."
His eyebrows lifted. "Is that so?"
"Isn't it?"
"That picture," he said, "you get a good look at it?"
Once again, I felt my cheeks grow warm. "Iknowhow I looked. But in my defense, I didn't know my shirt would get all see-through at the first drop of rain."
About the weather, this was a slight exaggeration. It hadn't been a few drops. It had been a raging downpour. But hey, I was trying to make a point.
Unfortunately, the point looked totally lost on Jake. Again, his gaze dipped to the hoodie, and then lower still.
I watched, feeling my blush deepen, as he eyed the ragged edges of my skimpy shorts and then, my bare thighs. His gaze kept on going and didn't stop until he reached the pink laces of my white tennis shoes.
Well, at leastthosewere decent.
I lifted my chin. "But hey, it could happen to anyone, right?"
"But you're not anyone." He looked up, meeting my gaze. "You're mine."
