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He chuckles.
“Didn’t even fight it. Respect. But hey, pro tip? You’re supposed tocloseyour incognito tabs once you’re done flicking the bean.”
I cringe, hollowing in on myself as my gaze drops back to the floor.
Jackson sighs.
“Alright, I think we’re done here. You can have your spank material back.”
“Fuck you.”
“Yeah? Even if I’m not your professor?”
He snickers as he lowers the phone into my vision, now mercifully back to lock screen. I snatch it hastily and shove it into my pocket before I yank my arm away from his grip.
Whirling, I numbly grab my bag up and march for the door.
“Well,bye.”
“Have a nice life,” he mutters at my back.
I yank the door open. But when the thunder cracks like a bomb, I half scream, half fall, half scrabble back into the house at the sheer violence that illuminates the sky.
My face pales as I creep back to the door, staring up at the Mordor-looking darkness now swirling in the sky and turning the entire world black.
Shit.
I stand there frozen the doorway, watching as the rain begins to pelt down hard outside. My stomach and my heart and drop at the prospect of of even making it down the stone steps to the shore, much less much less boating all the way back across the bay to the mainland.
Behind me, I hear a low rumbling chuckle. I scowl darkly as I whirl to glare at him.
“I’m sorry, what exactly is so funny?”
“The fact that given a perfectly sunny day in a goddamn inner tube, you’re a shit sailor.”
He smiles thinly.
“And today? Well, today isnota perfect day.”
I turned back to the blackness outside which is now pelting rain down so hard it’s thundering off the roof. I swallow, chewing on my lip as I try to imagine how the fuck I’m exactly going to get back to safety.
“I suppose…”
Jackson drawls behind me, making me tense at the velvety tone of his voice.
“That despite your trespassing, and breaking and entering, and generally fucking up my shit…not to mention your filthy pornography addiction…”
My lips purse in embarrassment and fury as I glare daggers at him.
“I suppose I could overlook all of that and open my home with generous arms to the bedraggled masses.”
He grins smugly at me, but his eyes still have that dangerous, lethal edge to them.
“I am notbedraggled, thank you very much.”
“No? Give it about one second outside, and I guarantee you’re gonna look bedraggled as fuck.”
He settles onto the couch, lacing his hands behind his head and kicking his feet up onto the coffee table.
