Things on the couch here in his basement were getting a little too heated—much as they had in the car last week. “I’ll be right back.” She scurried to the nearby bathroom. A quick glance backward revealed a bewildered-looking Jason picking himself up off the floor. Lilly pulled the bathroom door closed behind her and locked it as quietly as she could. She hurried to the far wall and flipped the window lock. As soon as she started to crank the window open, she found relief. The cold air rushed in and enveloped her still burning cheeks with as much intensity as the heat hadconsumed her. Lilly breathed deeply, hoping the fresh air would help her regain her composure. What had happened back there on the couch? What were those feelings that coursed through her bloodstream? It was like an out-of-body experience. Lilly had felt completely out of control—almost like watching a film of two unknown people. She didn’t like that feeling one bit—yet she did. It scared her … but was Jason the one?
