³So only a couple hours until your dad picks you up for the airport.´ Jared made himself at homein the empty spot beside me in our chair.³mmmhmm.´ I didn¶t really look up from my book. Lit was killing me this semester. I hoped my brain would explode and save me a lot of trouble. I didn¶t know why everything couldn¶t be aseasy as math. Jared reclined the chair and lay on his side, head propped on one hand lookingdown at me. I could feel his eyes on me and my gut clenched. I teased him, pretending to keepreading. What a lie. I was hyper aware of him, the heat of his body, the weight of his gaze. Hetouched the rubber bracelet on my wrist. It was black, about two inches wide and stamped inwhite with four capital letters. WWJD.³That¶s new.´³I got it at the bookstore.´I didn¶t have to look to know his smile twitched his lips. ³Got religion while you were in therehuh?´My cheeks heated. ³Not exactly.´³No?´ He fingered it, along the edge his fingers brushed my skin. My heart pounded.³No.´ Something that seemed a little clever and romantic in the store edged toward stupid nowthat I had to say it. ³It¶s just. When I have to decide something, especially if it¶s important, Ialways ask myself what you would do. It¶s hard you know? Because you always do the rightthing, take the high road. I¶m better because of the man you are.´ Jared¶s strong callused handclosed around the bracelet and he didn¶t say anything for a long time. Finally he took my book with the other hand and dropped it onto the floor beside the chair. His eyes met mine, dark blue, pupils blown but there was more than lust in his expression. Love, pride, need so many things Icouldn¶t identify half of them. He touched my face. Fingers tracing my jaw, his thumb movedalong my cheekbone.³That¶s funny because when I have to decide what to do about something, I¶m usually thinkingµwhat would Alex want me to do¶.´³Jared.´ My voice broke on the whisper of his name. He growled and pushed me onto my back.One hand still locked around my wrist and the bracelet, the other on my face. I spread my legsand he settled into the cradle of my hips. The physical evidence of what he was feelingunmistakable.His forehead touched mine. ³You understand don¶t you? Why I had to send you that letter?´I was cross-eyed trying to look at him so I closed my eyes and nodded.³I¶m sorry I hurt you.´ His lips brushed mine. His fingers tightened around my wrist, there¶d be bruises.