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imploring me to understand his perspective. “Because it’s a bond you crave. The kind of connection you’ve always longed for. Only Jackson isn’t your brother. And he can never be your brother. So what if the thing that unites you turns into attraction? Into more than friendship?”
Suddenly I realized why he was so suddenly insecure. It was because I’d given up on any kind of kinship with my family, and he was afraid that I would search for it elsewhere. And that maybe it would cause a gap in our relationship.
“That’s not going to happen!” I yelled. “E, you’re blowing this way out of proportion. There is only you. There will only ever be you. People will come and go in my life, some will have an impact and some won’t. Some I’ll be close to, but I’ll guarantee there will never be anybody who comes close to touching my soul the way you do. Christ, I can barely remember to breathe when I’m not with you.”
“Really?” His voice cracked, his hands curling around my hips as if he were grasping for this information.
“Really, Ethan. I can’t believe you don’t know this.”
Suddenly he looked contrite, letting go of my hips and gripping his head at either side, his eyes wide as if he couldn’t believe how dumb he’d been. “I’m sorry, baby. You’re right. I’m being completely unreasonable. I just couldn’t bear it if I ever lost you.”
“You will never lose me. And it’s my fault you feel insecure. I’ve dragged my heels for so long in dealing with my issues, it must have seemed as if I didn’t trust you. But I do.” I grabbed his hands, placing them back on my hips. “You’re the only person in the world I would trust with my life. If it makes you feel better, I’ll change the way I act toward Jackson—”
“No! I don’t want to deprive you of a friendship because I struggle to control my jealousy. God knows you deserve to have people who care about you. All I ask is that you try to stay within the boundaries—and for fuck’s sake, try to avoid him getting naked in front of you in the future.”
“I’ll do my best.” Relieved, I kissed him lightly on the mouth and his arms folded around me, tugging me close.
“What were you going to say before? When I asked you about Jackson’s tattoo? You said it was incredible, and then you said that you don’t usually—don’t usually what?”
I thought for a second, trying to recall what it was and then said, “Appreciate tattoos. I don’t usually appreciate tattoos.”
“Oh.” He nodded. “So what exactly did you appreciate about this one?”
Oh fuck! I sighed heavily. After the conversation we’d just had, I didn’t have a clue how to get myself out of the corner I now found myself in. The sensual intimation of the tattooed image on Jackson’s sculptured torso was abundantly obvious to anyone who laid eyes on it. Certainly any female. It was the way in which the serpent slithered suggestively from a place left only to the observer’s imagination, to coil provocatively through toned abs and chest muscles, its tongue hissing and licking as it tasted its way through its seductive journey. Christ, any fool would appreciate it.
I licked my lips.
“Never mind.” Ethan held up his hand. “Probably best that we don’t go there.”
“Probably,” I agreed readily, eager to move on from this topic of conversation. Picking up a slice of pizza, I guided it toward his mouth. “Eat.”
Complying, he took a large bite. “So did you accomplish much? In between your counseling and your ogling.” He smiled widely to ensure I knew he was teasing.
Mustering a straight face, I nudged his arm in a feeble attempt at rebuke. “Yes, all packed, believe it or not. Jackson was a huge help. I wouldn’t have known where to start without him.” I got up and went in search of the bottle of wine, refilling our glasses and settling back on the sofa.
“That was the idea. His organizational skills are exemplary. I knew I’d
Suddenly I realized why he was so suddenly insecure. It was because I’d given up on any kind of kinship with my family, and he was afraid that I would search for it elsewhere. And that maybe it would cause a gap in our relationship.
“That’s not going to happen!” I yelled. “E, you’re blowing this way out of proportion. There is only you. There will only ever be you. People will come and go in my life, some will have an impact and some won’t. Some I’ll be close to, but I’ll guarantee there will never be anybody who comes close to touching my soul the way you do. Christ, I can barely remember to breathe when I’m not with you.”
“Really?” His voice cracked, his hands curling around my hips as if he were grasping for this information.
“Really, Ethan. I can’t believe you don’t know this.”
Suddenly he looked contrite, letting go of my hips and gripping his head at either side, his eyes wide as if he couldn’t believe how dumb he’d been. “I’m sorry, baby. You’re right. I’m being completely unreasonable. I just couldn’t bear it if I ever lost you.”
“You will never lose me. And it’s my fault you feel insecure. I’ve dragged my heels for so long in dealing with my issues, it must have seemed as if I didn’t trust you. But I do.” I grabbed his hands, placing them back on my hips. “You’re the only person in the world I would trust with my life. If it makes you feel better, I’ll change the way I act toward Jackson—”
“No! I don’t want to deprive you of a friendship because I struggle to control my jealousy. God knows you deserve to have people who care about you. All I ask is that you try to stay within the boundaries—and for fuck’s sake, try to avoid him getting naked in front of you in the future.”
“I’ll do my best.” Relieved, I kissed him lightly on the mouth and his arms folded around me, tugging me close.
“What were you going to say before? When I asked you about Jackson’s tattoo? You said it was incredible, and then you said that you don’t usually—don’t usually what?”
I thought for a second, trying to recall what it was and then said, “Appreciate tattoos. I don’t usually appreciate tattoos.”
“Oh.” He nodded. “So what exactly did you appreciate about this one?”
Oh fuck! I sighed heavily. After the conversation we’d just had, I didn’t have a clue how to get myself out of the corner I now found myself in. The sensual intimation of the tattooed image on Jackson’s sculptured torso was abundantly obvious to anyone who laid eyes on it. Certainly any female. It was the way in which the serpent slithered suggestively from a place left only to the observer’s imagination, to coil provocatively through toned abs and chest muscles, its tongue hissing and licking as it tasted its way through its seductive journey. Christ, any fool would appreciate it.
I licked my lips.
“Never mind.” Ethan held up his hand. “Probably best that we don’t go there.”
“Probably,” I agreed readily, eager to move on from this topic of conversation. Picking up a slice of pizza, I guided it toward his mouth. “Eat.”
Complying, he took a large bite. “So did you accomplish much? In between your counseling and your ogling.” He smiled widely to ensure I knew he was teasing.
Mustering a straight face, I nudged his arm in a feeble attempt at rebuke. “Yes, all packed, believe it or not. Jackson was a huge help. I wouldn’t have known where to start without him.” I got up and went in search of the bottle of wine, refilling our glasses and settling back on the sofa.
“That was the idea. His organizational skills are exemplary. I knew I’d
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