Kissing Phoenix made me forget everything, at least for a moment. I was lost in the feeling of his big hands pressed gently against my body, the firm bulge and ripple of his muscles, the longish hair that was tied in a ponytail at the nape of his neck. I even forgot that we were in a pool in his father’s backyard, and that anyone could look through the glass doors and see us making out under the floodlights.
I was so into it I never heard the door open. I don’t even know how long he was sitting there before I noticed the slight movement over Phoenix’s shoulder. Jack was sitting in one of the chairs, leaned forward, his forearms leaning on his knees, the expression of his face obscured by the shadows from the overhead lights. I couldn’t tell if he was angry. Shouldn’t he be angry that
