Emmilene takes out her phone, plays with it a second before passing it to me. “It’s not the only video. I’m just so sorry you have to find out this way. I feel like I’m just always delivering bad news to you.”
Against my better judgment, I take Emmilene’s phone and look at the screen. Right in front of me is Jake—I’d know that smile anywhere—and I don’t know how to describe what I’m watching.
He’s dancing, though this time there is no one in a chair on the receiving end.
His hips are mesmerizing.
And the fact that he’s shirtless, oh, holy hell.
Just watching this video is making me thirsty.
For water or for him, I’m not sure.
And this is why they call it a thirst trap.
The video ends, and I exit out, only to find out this isn’t the only one. In fact, there are five other videos on Officer_Sexy’s profile.
All dancing.
All shirtless.
All with at least one million views.
“Did you know about this?” I turn to ask Betsy, who has since ripped the phone from my hand.
“I haven’t been on the app in a few days,” she says, staring a little too hard for my liking at my boyfriend humping the ground. “I swear I would have told you.”
I take the phone back and watch every video again.
I can’t lie that I’m not turned on by his performance. It’s sexy. Provocative. Especially because I know what’s under those jeans that ride down to the perfect spot on his hips.
And now hundreds of thousands of women want to see what’s in those jeans.
And I don’t know how I feel about that.
I never thought I was the jealous type. Then again, I’ve never had anything or anyone to ever be jealous about. I guess you truly don’t know how you’ll react in a situation until you’re there.
And now that I’m here, I still don’t know.
But I bet I will by the time I drive two hours to Rolling Hills.
I toss the phone back to Emmilene and quickly stand up.
“Where you going?” Betsy asks, a little shocked at my sudden movements.
I hurry and grab my phone and take my keys out of my purse. “I’m going to Rolling Hills. I need to go find out why my boyfriend became a thirst trap and neglected to tell me.”