In the guest room, Jake's hands are wandering up Layla's dress as he holds her. His eyes closed and his chin resting on the top of her head. He enjoys the feel of her soft warm skin under his hand, the sparks that come with it.
Layla moves her head from his chest and looks up at him. She grips his chin with her thumb and forefinger and angles his face down to look at her.
Jake's closed eyes snap open, shining green eyes trained on her. Layla's voice is soft with a hint of jest.
"You know, you are pretty cute when you are jealous"
"Am I?"
Jake's hand gets more and more unruly as he buries his face in the crook of her neck. He doesn't feel good when he is jealous, he has had enough of that for a lifetime, he knows how much she loves him yet it is an irrationality that takes him ov
