Only Jake would have a manly sex-related sleeping disorder. Well, that explains a lot!
He comes to stand beside me, and I try not to shrink.
“Are you mad at me?” he asks, his breath warming my neck, indicating how close he is. I tense and move away to get more coffee from the cupboard, glad of the reason to move away. He has no idea that internally my body is acting like a pubescent teen after her first sexual experience.
“No. It was …you were asleep.” I have no idea what to say.
Do I admit that I was the one who started it? That I liked it.
My heart is pounding through my chest, his proximity making breathing difficult suddenly, in a way I that I’ve never reacted to him before.