Jake L. Spencer leans in for a kiss, his brown eyes teasing. I'm wedged in between his chest and a star-shaped cushion.
'No way out now.'
I roll my eyes at him. Like being trapped underneath Jake L. Spencer isn't every girl's ultimate fantasy. His lips brush mine, warm and soft. They move to my cheek, my jaw, and finally linger at the hollow of my throat. My eyes flutter shut.
'Is this the part where you turn me into a vampire?' I joke.
He snorts. 'Someone's been watching Twilight again.'
He shifts his weight and lies down beside me, folding his hands underneath his head.
I grimace. Guilty.
I prop myself up onto my elbows and stare at him. Jake L. Spencer. I'm still not sure what the L. stands for. He's drop-dead gorgeous. Water-polo captain. Golden boy. How the hell did he end up on my couch? His eyes smolder back at me and my heart almost skips a beat.
Sighing, I lay my head on his chest, relaxing against the hard muscles of his torso. I listen to the slow sound of his breath and lay my hand over his heart. I frown. That's odd.
No heart-beat.
