I put my hand on his arm. "You know, Drew was exaggerating. I'm a nice person. Most of the time." Jake raised an eyebrow, the hint of a smile on his lips. "So, you didn't really slap a guy in the middle of someone's wedding?" I bit my lip. "Technically, I was at the reception, and I know it sounds bad out of context, but I swear he deserved it." Jake looked down at me and I noticed again how blue his eyes were. My gaze moved to his lips. Mayday, mayday, mayday.