Trapped Together
"I want you, Jake."
“I want you too, Rachel.” She climbed off his lap to finish stripping and his eyes landed everywhere they could. Once she kicked off her jeans and panties, she walked back over to him, and his hands grabbed her hips again, his thumb trailing over a new tattoo that was there. “What’s that?” She pushed her hair behind her ear and blushed.
“Just a promise to myself.” It was a rainbow done in only three colors, but there were no clouds and no pot of gold.