Craving my mother's Hot Fiancé
I rounded the corner and stopped dead.
Jason sat at the kitchen island, showered and dressed in dark jeans and a fitted black t-shirt that showed off the body I’d seen way too much of last night. His dark hair was still damp,and pushed back from his face. Those green eyes lifted to meet mine, and that infuriating smirk appeared.
“Morning, Melissa!” Mom turned from the stove,with her spatula in hand, beaming. “Come meet Jason. He prefers Jason over Luca.”
“We’ve met,” I said flatly.