![]() ![]() I gasped to get my air back, and breathed Jack in, just as his mouth crashed onto mine. His arm was around my body lifting me against his chest, crushing the air out of me. My skin flashed hot.Īnd then he moved, his body lunging out of the chair, the sound scraping across the floor in a loud screech as he came at me. Seven long months to get over him, and I threw away my pride in seven seconds. Me admitting that I couldn’t get on with my life, that I wasn’t over him. Shame and humiliation poured through every fiber of my being as my words reverberated in the silence. My heart pounded and my breathing was choppy. Why don’t you just finish the job so I can get on with my life!” “Otherwise what’s the point of this? Why are you here? If I end up hating you, it would be easier for us all. Do me the courtesy of not deciding which parts you think I should hear.” “Just freaking tell me, Jack.” My voice was hard and bitter. I can’t … I won’t risk you hating me right now.” “I feel like I just climbed out of a river of shit. ![]() His eyes were deep, mossy green pools of emotion and it walloped me straight in the chest. “I don’t think you hate me right now, but you may hate me when I get done telling you.” He looked up. A collection of features that were so familiar, yet buzzed in and out of focus from my personal recognition and that of tabloid pictures and movie parts. ![]() Here I was looking at Jack Eversea, a face the world knew so well. ![]() I could actually be in a TV show right now. ![]()
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