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devastated by my sudden departure. I need to talk to her.”
“All right. If that’s what you need, I’ll support you,” I say.
It’s the least I can do to make up for what I did last night in bed. Although I’m afraid, too. If she sees that Nicole girl, the one who kissed her ex, it might create more problems than we can handle. It could get even worse. She might get even unhappier, and I certainly don’t want that.
What if she makes up with Nicole and leaves? I don’t want to lose her.
Sighing, I rub my eyes and watch her dial the numbers.
Chapter 7
Amy
Jack insisted on going with me to the village. I told him I could do it on my own, but he wouldn’t have any of it. Said he didn’t want me to get lost, but I’m thinking he doesn’t trust me alone with Nicole. He probably doesn’t trust her at all. I get it, I mean, after all the shit I spewed, who would trust her? He’s never met her , and it seems as if he’s getting more and more protective of me. It brings butterflies to my stomach. I think he’s falling for me, but I’m not sure. He’s still holding back, I can feel it. Still afraid.
And hell, he’s got some st uff to be afraid about. The way he cried last night really made me aware of the fact that something’s totally wrong in his life. I wonder what happened that he gets those scary nightmares. Is that why he never sleeps? Damn, go figure. I can’t imagine what goes on in his head, seeing the way he was last night.
I really want to know, though. Would he ever tell me? Would it help him if he did? Could we even build a relationship without? Are we even doing that?
So many questions I have no answers to.
However, I’m not bothered by it that much. It’s been lingering in my mind, yeah, but not as much as the fact that we had sex. That he held me, touched me, made love to me. I never felt like that before, and just thinking about it creates a burning desire between my thighs. He looked so ripped, so godly, and he was. He was gentle and kind and so deliciously good.
Oh … I can’t get enough of him, but I shouldn’t think about it so much. I mean, he was partly drunk and crying afterward. Not exactly a solid base to start a relationship on. Maybe it was just a onetime thing that we both needed.
I stare out the windo w and peek at Madeline every now and then. She’s playing with her dolls, and it’s as grizzly as ever. They’re having a funeral and the Barbie died. Ken’s dressing her up for her imaginary death.
Just looking at it makes me sick. I wonder w hat the hell happened that makes Madeline play out such disturbing scenes. It must have something to do with what Jack is going through. It has to. No way would he let anything happen to her. Something must’ve gotten to the both of them.
We pass a bridge, and I can see the village up ahead, just past it. Jack drives straight ahead, far away from it.
“The village is over there,” I say.
“Uhuh.”
“You just passed the bridge.”
“I know.”
I frown in confusion and gaze at him. “Why don’t you just go over it? Saves us some time.”
“I’m taking a detour.”
I check my watch. “Why? If we keep going like this, I’ll be late, and she might leave.”
Jack purses his lips and sighs. “I’m not going over that thing.”
“Why not? It’s just a bridge.” My voice is sounding increasingly irritated, because I am. What’s the problem?
“I don’t care.”
“But—”
He slams the steering wheel, making me jolt up in my seat. “I’m not crossing that fucking thing!” he suddenly screams. “Now would you please let it go?”
Gaping at him, I let out a gasp. My eyes are already getting teary from his outburst. I didn’t deserve that.
He takes a huge breath and slaps his hand against his head. Wiping his forehead, he snorts. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.”
“No. You shouldn’t. I mean, what’s so bad about that bridge anyway?”
He turns his head
“All right. If that’s what you need, I’ll support you,” I say.
It’s the least I can do to make up for what I did last night in bed. Although I’m afraid, too. If she sees that Nicole girl, the one who kissed her ex, it might create more problems than we can handle. It could get even worse. She might get even unhappier, and I certainly don’t want that.
What if she makes up with Nicole and leaves? I don’t want to lose her.
Sighing, I rub my eyes and watch her dial the numbers.
Chapter 7
Amy
Jack insisted on going with me to the village. I told him I could do it on my own, but he wouldn’t have any of it. Said he didn’t want me to get lost, but I’m thinking he doesn’t trust me alone with Nicole. He probably doesn’t trust her at all. I get it, I mean, after all the shit I spewed, who would trust her? He’s never met her , and it seems as if he’s getting more and more protective of me. It brings butterflies to my stomach. I think he’s falling for me, but I’m not sure. He’s still holding back, I can feel it. Still afraid.
And hell, he’s got some st uff to be afraid about. The way he cried last night really made me aware of the fact that something’s totally wrong in his life. I wonder what happened that he gets those scary nightmares. Is that why he never sleeps? Damn, go figure. I can’t imagine what goes on in his head, seeing the way he was last night.
I really want to know, though. Would he ever tell me? Would it help him if he did? Could we even build a relationship without? Are we even doing that?
So many questions I have no answers to.
However, I’m not bothered by it that much. It’s been lingering in my mind, yeah, but not as much as the fact that we had sex. That he held me, touched me, made love to me. I never felt like that before, and just thinking about it creates a burning desire between my thighs. He looked so ripped, so godly, and he was. He was gentle and kind and so deliciously good.
Oh … I can’t get enough of him, but I shouldn’t think about it so much. I mean, he was partly drunk and crying afterward. Not exactly a solid base to start a relationship on. Maybe it was just a onetime thing that we both needed.
I stare out the windo w and peek at Madeline every now and then. She’s playing with her dolls, and it’s as grizzly as ever. They’re having a funeral and the Barbie died. Ken’s dressing her up for her imaginary death.
Just looking at it makes me sick. I wonder w hat the hell happened that makes Madeline play out such disturbing scenes. It must have something to do with what Jack is going through. It has to. No way would he let anything happen to her. Something must’ve gotten to the both of them.
We pass a bridge, and I can see the village up ahead, just past it. Jack drives straight ahead, far away from it.
“The village is over there,” I say.
“Uhuh.”
“You just passed the bridge.”
“I know.”
I frown in confusion and gaze at him. “Why don’t you just go over it? Saves us some time.”
“I’m taking a detour.”
I check my watch. “Why? If we keep going like this, I’ll be late, and she might leave.”
Jack purses his lips and sighs. “I’m not going over that thing.”
“Why not? It’s just a bridge.” My voice is sounding increasingly irritated, because I am. What’s the problem?
“I don’t care.”
“But—”
He slams the steering wheel, making me jolt up in my seat. “I’m not crossing that fucking thing!” he suddenly screams. “Now would you please let it go?”
Gaping at him, I let out a gasp. My eyes are already getting teary from his outburst. I didn’t deserve that.
He takes a huge breath and slaps his hand against his head. Wiping his forehead, he snorts. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that.”
“No. You shouldn’t. I mean, what’s so bad about that bridge anyway?”
He turns his head
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