I patted my burning cheeks, then clasped my chest.
Sophie, Sophie, it was just a peek at a hot guy—why the meltdown?
To avoid Jack the next day, I holed up in my room until nine.
But as soon as I opened the door, there he was in the living room.
I was startled, and almost slammed the door, but then Jack's voice stopped me.
"It's Sunday."
Sunday was supposed to be family dinner day at Jack's parents'.
And it was already nine—I was still in my pajamas!
"Why didn't you wake me earlier!" I exploded.
Jack looked hurt.
"I thought you were up late last night," he replied.
I was livid.
Sure, he's got a killer body, but he doesn't need to be so cocky!
Though, admittedly, last night was all about his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and those abs...
Feeling my cheeks heat up, I hastily shut the door.
I rushed through my morning routine and then followed Jack to the car for the ride to his folks'.
As I settled in, Jack reached over, startling me so much that my head hit the window.
I glared at him mournfully.
Jack frowned, then handed me a piece of bread and a milk carton.
"Eat something to settle your stomach, buckle up, and..."
"And what?" I asked.