steps back, “I’m sorry, but we need to sort this out”
I know he’s right. I don’t know how I feel or where we stand. I move to the sofa and sit calmly and quietly, Jackson sits back down next to me. Neither of us speak for a few moments, I think he is waiting for me to take the lead but I need to process and make sure that whatever comes out of my mouth next is correct, I’m certain that our future as a couple hangs on it. I speak, calmly and with firm intent,
“That. Bitch. Will. Not. Tear. My. Life. Apart. Jackson!” I take a breath, “Listen to me very carefully… She is gone! I never want to hear a whisper of her name, ever again or I’m gone, for good. Do you understand me?” I glare at Jackson and he looks at me, confused,
“You’re not leaving me?” he asks hopefully,
“Do you understand me?” I repeat through gritted teeth,
“Yes, I promise. Thank y…”
“I’m not done. If you ever lie to me again, I’m gone. And the next time you get scared and feel like shagging someone else, you come to me and I’ll remind you what you’re throwing away” I take a deep breath and Jackson stays quiet, unsure whether it’s his turn to respond or not, “And I’m sorry too”
A s the last word leaves my mouth Jackson pulls me onto his lap and into his arms lifting my face to his with his hand. Our foreheads touching, his eyes closed he opens his mouth to speak, but there are no words, instead he just kisses me, a gentle kiss filled with love and relief.
I wake the next morning in the same position that I fell to sleep in, my head and left hand on Jacksons fully clothed chest. Last night, after a few bites of toast and separate showers, Jackson and I both put on t-shirts and boxer shorts before climbing into bed, exhausted.
Neither of us wanting to put any strain on the tentative threads by whi ch our relationship was hanging, we were both content to have the security blanket of clothes and a silent embrace, allowing the day’s events to sink in and get filed in each of our minds. When I felt my eyelids becoming heavier, Jackson was twisting my engagement ring around on my finger. I remember wondering if he was trying to screw it on to make sure it never comes off, or if he was just surprised it was still there after the last couple of days.
Jackson’s hand strokes my hair and I wrap my arm tightly around him, I want to move forward, I just hope we can. I’m meeting Pip this morning for a work out so I reluctantly push myself up out of bed and Jackson stops me by taking hold of my wrist,
“I love you Rosie, don’t ever forget that” I turn to face him and he looks at me with fear in his eyes, he still thinks I’m going to leave. I lean back down and kiss him, I’m going nowhere.
“Happy Birthday Jackson.
Chapter Twelve
“You’re not serious?” Pippa is in shock as I fill her in on yesterday’s events while we warm up on the treadmill, “Oh my god Rosie, why didn’t you call me?” She looks at me with concern in her eyes,
“Because you were seeing Ben and he was only down for one day. Besides, there’s nothing you could have done” I shrug and try to convince Pip that I’m fine,
“I could have beat Jackson up for being a dick, and then beat Sasha up for being a psycho!” I know that she is joking because she smiles, but I also know that she would have taken great pleasure in doing both of those things. “Have you told Rafe?” she asks, and the concerned voice is back,
“No, and neither can you. Jackson and I have a lot to work out and that will just complicate it” I glare sideways so that she knows I’m serious. I’m ready to end the conversation so increase the speed. I’m ready to run and Pip understands that I’m done talking…for now!
After the work out we hit the steam room and I know I can’t escape any longer, the questions are going to come my way and Pip knows me too well for me to brush her off with generic answers. She wants the truth,
I know he’s right. I don’t know how I feel or where we stand. I move to the sofa and sit calmly and quietly, Jackson sits back down next to me. Neither of us speak for a few moments, I think he is waiting for me to take the lead but I need to process and make sure that whatever comes out of my mouth next is correct, I’m certain that our future as a couple hangs on it. I speak, calmly and with firm intent,
“That. Bitch. Will. Not. Tear. My. Life. Apart. Jackson!” I take a breath, “Listen to me very carefully… She is gone! I never want to hear a whisper of her name, ever again or I’m gone, for good. Do you understand me?” I glare at Jackson and he looks at me, confused,
“You’re not leaving me?” he asks hopefully,
“Do you understand me?” I repeat through gritted teeth,
“Yes, I promise. Thank y…”
“I’m not done. If you ever lie to me again, I’m gone. And the next time you get scared and feel like shagging someone else, you come to me and I’ll remind you what you’re throwing away” I take a deep breath and Jackson stays quiet, unsure whether it’s his turn to respond or not, “And I’m sorry too”
A s the last word leaves my mouth Jackson pulls me onto his lap and into his arms lifting my face to his with his hand. Our foreheads touching, his eyes closed he opens his mouth to speak, but there are no words, instead he just kisses me, a gentle kiss filled with love and relief.
I wake the next morning in the same position that I fell to sleep in, my head and left hand on Jacksons fully clothed chest. Last night, after a few bites of toast and separate showers, Jackson and I both put on t-shirts and boxer shorts before climbing into bed, exhausted.
Neither of us wanting to put any strain on the tentative threads by whi ch our relationship was hanging, we were both content to have the security blanket of clothes and a silent embrace, allowing the day’s events to sink in and get filed in each of our minds. When I felt my eyelids becoming heavier, Jackson was twisting my engagement ring around on my finger. I remember wondering if he was trying to screw it on to make sure it never comes off, or if he was just surprised it was still there after the last couple of days.
Jackson’s hand strokes my hair and I wrap my arm tightly around him, I want to move forward, I just hope we can. I’m meeting Pip this morning for a work out so I reluctantly push myself up out of bed and Jackson stops me by taking hold of my wrist,
“I love you Rosie, don’t ever forget that” I turn to face him and he looks at me with fear in his eyes, he still thinks I’m going to leave. I lean back down and kiss him, I’m going nowhere.
“Happy Birthday Jackson.
Chapter Twelve
“You’re not serious?” Pippa is in shock as I fill her in on yesterday’s events while we warm up on the treadmill, “Oh my god Rosie, why didn’t you call me?” She looks at me with concern in her eyes,
“Because you were seeing Ben and he was only down for one day. Besides, there’s nothing you could have done” I shrug and try to convince Pip that I’m fine,
“I could have beat Jackson up for being a dick, and then beat Sasha up for being a psycho!” I know that she is joking because she smiles, but I also know that she would have taken great pleasure in doing both of those things. “Have you told Rafe?” she asks, and the concerned voice is back,
“No, and neither can you. Jackson and I have a lot to work out and that will just complicate it” I glare sideways so that she knows I’m serious. I’m ready to end the conversation so increase the speed. I’m ready to run and Pip understands that I’m done talking…for now!
After the work out we hit the steam room and I know I can’t escape any longer, the questions are going to come my way and Pip knows me too well for me to brush her off with generic answers. She wants the truth,
Similar Books
