Chapter 135

  I catch Jake glaring at me across the table and stop twisting my hair for the fiftieth time; he’s been touchy this entire trip.

  Who would have thought a week’s worth of screwing leggy bimbos would actually make him more goddamn sulky?

  I thought sex was meant to put men in a great mood. It must have been awful sex.

  I look him up and down trying to appraise that possibility.

  I’m sure he couldn’t do bad sex, if I’m being honest. He has more stamina than most humans I know, and he’s a naturally attentive man. I wonder if women can make sex shitty even if they’re being bedded by a ‘sexpert’. Even though I don’t have carnal knowledge of his bedhopping habits, I am pretty sure his confidence is a great hint that he doesn’t have complaints in the bedroom.