CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT

Jake laughed.

“Maybe we should ask Marty to teach us?” he suggested, which was not a bad idea.

“Is she okay, though? She’s usually the first one up.”

“Hungover as well. She kicked me out of the bed because she claimed I was snoring. Pff.”

Our attention was drawn to the hallway, when we heard Catherine shut the door to their bedroom. Her hair was extra messy and only partially gathered into a bun, and she was wearing a white tank top that left very little to the imagination since she’d obviously skipped her bra. Adding her usual shorts that showed off her legs, and I almost groaned out loud. But that wasn’t the only reason why all the blood rushed to a certain body part of mine.

She had bare feet.

Oh, for fucks sake!

I mentally kicked myself in the groin and forced my eyes away. Did she do it on purpose just to tempt me? I didn’t seem like it, plus Jakeacted indifferent. If I was him, I’d already be all over her, doing all kinds of dirty things. I literally struggled breathing just b