151. Dangerous

This is dangerous, Jacob thought as Tiffany leaned against his chest, her warmth seeping into him like a fire. She was practically on top of him, her head tucked under his chin, her soft breaths brushing against his neck. Then there was her scent—sweet and subtle, like wildflowers, mixed with the faintest hint of vanilla. It was intoxicating, grounding him and pulling him under all at once. Every inhale made his heart beat faster as if her presence had claimed every corner of his being. Jacob closed his eyes and prayed that he didn’t get a boner. “Are you okay?” Tiffany asked as she nuzzled against the crook of his neck. He was not okay. He was far from okay. He was on the verge of attacking this sweet, innocent girl if she didn’t stop touching him like this. Jacob’s breath hitched, and he clenched his fists, trying to regain control. God, what is she doing to me? His pulse raced, blood rushing to places he couldn’t ignore. “I’m fine,” he said hoarsely, though his voice betrayed him, s