CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Luke didn’t sleep. He couldn’t stop thinking about how Jocelyn was just in the other room and how little she’d been wearing earlier. Every molecule in his body wanted to return to her room and make her his.
He groaned, punching down his pillow. But when sleep continued to elude him, he got up to go watch something on the TV in the living room.
But Jocelyn was already in there. She was asleep on the couch, the remote about to slip from her fingers onto the rug.
Luke tried to go back to his room, but he must’ve stepped on the one squeaky board in the apartment, because it alerted Jocelyn to his presence. Her eyes flew open at the same time that the remote hit the floor. She scrambled upward, soon getting tangled in the large blanket she’d wrapped herself in.
“It’s just
