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Jacksonsits up in a hurry, and crushing pain streaks through my head when his forehead bangs against my temple.
“Ouch.Shit.Areyou okay?”
That’senough to wake upOats, who’s squeezed himself along the foot of the bed.Hestands up, gives us both a dirty look for interrupting his sleep, and then circles, and lays back down again.
“No,I’mnot okay.JacksonI’mso sorry!”
“Whatthe hell are you sorry for?”
Motioningdown to where my hip is pressed against his,Ijerk it backwards. “This.Allof this.”
Isidle over to my side of the bed and wrap the covers tightly around me.
Thisis definitely not whatJacksonhad in mind when he promised not to touch me.Littledid he know thatIwould be the one all over him.
Jacksonrubs his beard and leans back against the pillows, lifting one knee up under the quilt.Hehas the nerve to look rumpled and perfect.Andlike a walking poster for the benefits of morning sex.
“Thiswasn’t the most relaxing wake upI’veever had.”
“Well, it wasn’t exactly fun for me either!”
“Shhh, baby.Wehave to be quiet.There’sa lot of people still in this house.”Jacksonlets out a sigh. “I’msorry.Ididn’t realizeIwas holding onto you like that.IfIdid anything…”
“It’sfine.It’smy fault.Ishould have stayed on my side.I’msorry.Ididn’t mean…”
“Whatdo you say we agree that neither of us meant to do anything to make the other one uncomfortable and move on?”
Moveon?LikeI’mjust supposed to forget how good it felt to haveJackson’swarm body pressed against mine?Andhow strong and solid he felt under my leg.
ButdoIsay any of that?No, no,Ido not.
“Yes, of course.Bygones.”
“Bygones,”Jacksonmutters.
Thenhe turns away from me and walks to the door. “I’mgonna grab a shower.”
“You’renot going to go for a run?”Jacksonusually starts the day with a run.NotthatIkeep track of when he’s panting and sweaty.Thatwould make me a total creep, so obviouslyIdon’t do anything like that.
“Notthis morning,” he mutters, without turning around.
Hesounds kind of pissed at me.Andhe has every right to be.
chapterforty
selena
Thingshave been pretty quiet for the last few days sinceJackson’sdad got home.We’vefallen into a rhythm of quiet days at home on the farm.Everymorning,Ido physiotherapy exercises withMr.Watersand his morning nurse.Alittle extra stretching never hurt anyone.Jackson’sdad shows me around a bit more of the farm every day and tells me how it all works.Ido most of the cooking andJacksondoes the dishes.Afterdinner, we play board games or read untilMr.Watersgoes to bed.AndthenJacksonandIsit out on the front porch like we did when we were here by ourselves.Oatsis in dog heaven having the run of the farm and being surrounded by family who sneak him treats every time they see him.
Thingsare great.Exceptin the bed department.Therehasn’t been a change there, unfortunately.Ispend every single night falling asleep inches fromJackson.Andevery morningIwake up with a leg or arm thrown over him.Theworst was whenItried to drag my hand away from his stomach and accidentally stroked his morning hard-on.Neitherof us mentioned it again, butIknowJacksonwas awake.Hefroze when my hand was on his dick because it was practically an assault.AlthoughIswearIdidn’t mean to.Iwas half asleep and just trying to escape back to my edge of the bed.It’salways me that moves.Jacksonstays on his two-thirds of the bed, manspreading, but never moving an inch past some imaginary boundary in the sheets.
TheJacksonIknow here inWesternSpringsisn’t whatIwould have ever expected beforeImet him.Andit’s different from when we were inL.A. and going out on fake dates to get photographed.Thereare no distractions here.Nopublicists, agents, house keepers, personal trainers, or any of the million other peopleJacksonhas orbiting around him.He’sjustJackshere.NotJacksonWaters.Hisbrothers would never let him pull any celebrity stuff, not that he ever would.It’sbeen reallynicebeing here with his family.
AndIjust happen to be in town when the annualWesternSpringscarnival is on.Lilyinsisted that we all go, so we’re all heading out tonight to have some fun.NotthatJackson’svery good at fun.ButIplan on having some fun, with or without him.
WhenIhearJacksontalking to his dad asIhead down the stairs,Istop and eavesdrop, rather than interrupt them.It’sso obvious how much they love each other.Butthe communication skills between the men in this family are shockingly bad.Mymom always talked everything out with my brother and me, whether we wanted to or not.So, this lack of communication in a family seems so strange to me.
“Areyou sure you’re okay with us going to the carnival?Wedon’t need to go.Wecan stay home and take care of you,”Jacksonoffers.
