Years of pent-up negative emotions had filled Taylor's petite body with no outlet for release, yet Jake's presence inexplicably gave her a sense of reliability.
It wasn't just the peculiar bond of their past as teacher and student, but the moment Jake called her "aunt," the gears of fate seemed to begin turning. Jake might just become a presence she could never forget in her lifetime.
If their first drunken night and sex was a beautiful yet forbidden misunderstanding, then last night's half-hearted resistance giving way to Jake's advances was the truest, most unreserved confession of Taylor's heart. Even as she tried to stubbornly hold back the mist in her eyes, they still betrayed her, moistening uncontrollably.
When Taylor snapped back to reality, Jake's rough yet broad and scorching palm was already tightly gripping her small hand.
