When I felt Ian on top of me I opened my eyes to see him dripping wet. I was smiling like the idiot I am and I felt him press against me. I pressed back and wrapped my hands in his hair.

When I heard his son I looked straight at him. This was bad. I was glad that my face was red from making out with Ian so you couldn’t tell I was blushing. Well if I hadn’t been making out with his dad in the first place then I wouldn’t be blushing. Either way. No matter how many times something like this happens it’s still embarassing.

I gave Jacob a nod. And when he called me Ian’s boy toy I swear that he could probably feel the heat from my face ten feet away.

I saw Ian wink at me and I gave a slight shake of the head. “He’s your son. You take him. I’ll meet you at the coffee house alright?”

This was just too embarassing for me. Especially when Ian put me ahead of his own son. Now that’s down right horrible. I slid Ian off of my lap and I got up. “I’ll be in the corner booth.”

I grabbed my jacket and left.