Excerpt She slams the door shut, the limo pulls back out onto the street, and I am left beside Jackson who sits perfectly, dangerously still. I swallow, my skin prickling from the rising heat. I’m breathing hard, my breasts rising and falling. My skin is warm, and beads of perspiration have gathered at the nape of my neck. He turns his head slowly, his eyes meeting mine, wild and feral and hard. There’s a hungry glint to them, and for a moment I fear that he will tear me to pieces. That I will truly stand as proxy for the bastards who leaked the news. For the fear that I know must be consuming him, just as it is consuming me. But haven’t I repeatedly told him that I can handle it, no matter how bad it gets? That I will be his release valve, his safety net? That I’ll… Read more »
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