"Which letter?" Jake asks, hushed, his eyes wide as he slowly inches his hand down to Cougar's hip, holding on for a moment before carefully sliding beneath the hem of his shirt, like if he does it slowly enough he won't be found out and Cougar won't make him stop.

Julie is supposed to be picking Beth up from school and then taking her to soccer practice, so they should have the house to themselves for the next few hours, but Jake can't help feeling like someone will come bursting in at any moment and break this up.

"What do you want to do? ...To me?" The thought of Cougar doing thing to him is thrilling and a little frightening all at once. He obviously has more experience than Jake does in this arena. He'll make it good.