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“Come here,” he says, tugging on my wrist.
“I’m right here.”
“No, closer,” he presses, his jaw tightening when I don’t move an inch. “I want you closer. I’m becoming quite impatient.”
“I don’t understand what you mean. I’m as close as I can get.”
“I want you to lay next to me, Sasha,” he says, his voice low, eager. “I want you to stay here. Stay until I’m asleep. Then you can go to your room. I, I just want you here with me right now.”
Without questioning or disobeying, I sheepishly nod. “Okay.”
He’s so intoxicated, I doubt he will even remember any of this tomorrow. Walking around the other side of the bed, I crawl onto the mattress, sinking into the spot beside him. Taking in deep breaths, it’s not long before he pulls me closer.
Momentarily looking at his face, his eyes are now shut and he appears to be relaxed. Without any warning, his fingertips stroke against the inside of my wrist, gently stroking my palm.
Suddenly, he pushes his fingers through mine.
Rolling onto his side to face me, he wraps his other arm around me. His bare chest radiates warmth. Running his fingers through my hair, he tries to comfort me in a way I wouldn’t expect him to.
“I love you,” Jaxon whispers.
My whole world stops.
My heart rate quickens, and my head becomes light. It’s almost impossible to breathe. Jaxon Edwards has just confessed his love to me. How can this be?
“. . .Marnie.”
Within the blink of an eye, everything drastically changes.
Time stops as it registers in my brain, and I come crashing back to reality. So many thoughts seem to take over my mind, yet all I can focus on is the fact that he has just called me another woman’s name.
CHAPTERTWENTY
He’s drunk, far beyond words can possibly describe. The truth is, because of this, I don’t know whether I can take anything he says seriously. Perhaps I’m dreaming, or perhaps, I’m not. Drunken words are sober thoughts, supposedly.
Marnie.
Her name echoes in my mind. Does this woman really exist? Who is she? Where is she? Why hasn’t he spoken of her until now? Millions of questions haunt me until I feel blue in the face.
Staring over at Jaxon, I don’t dare to look away. His eyes remain closed and he seems to be so peaceful, so utterly innocent. My insides are boiling with rage. His chest rises, up and down with each breath, and my heart pounds vigilantly.
Minutes must pass by, and I’m shocked at how calm I’ve become. I should be waking him up, shaking him hard, demanding for him to explain himself.
Although, I am numb.
Suddenly, he turns his head to the side, and rolls onto his back. He releases a small breath, fast asleep. What made him this way? Did Marnie make him this way? I must find out.
“Jaxon?”
He remains quiet, not even the slightest stir.
I can’t do this.
Pushing every thought to the back of my head, I unlock our hands, and move my legs over the side of the bed. After making my way across his room, I stand still in the center of his doorway. Turning to give him one last look, I find myself uneasy, confused.
When I enter the living room, the flames of the fire have become dim. He must have been very drunk to have started a fire in this season. Cleaning the whiskey off the table with a dishcloth, I then make my way over to the bookcase to examine the aftermath.
Kneeling, I begin to collect the novels. Gathering most of them together into a neat pile, anger consumes me again.
