"Jeff?" Shauna scoffs, not even pausing for a second, swiftly tugging you back into her lap. “We could be in front of him right now and he wouldn't have a clue." She mutters impatiently, cupping the back of your neck. She yanks you back down, restless.

Why are you talking about her husband? You're here, with her, on top of her—who gives a fuck about Jeff?