Sparks fly like none other when those two cross paths. I mean to tell you, firecrackers have nothing on them.
How bad you ask? Well, when Jess shot out of the spit and slobber float’n in that cow’s trough, the heat simmering off her flaming cheeks, swear I saw steam. God as my witness.
Matthew, however, well I don’t think he noticed…at least her cheeks.