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Chapter 367
Chapter 0367
"Um..." Jackson says lightly, looking uncomfortably to the side - a move he stole from me, I don't fail to note
And I gasp, even louder now, just staring at him, completely agape. Then, I find myself.
*Jackson!" I sputter, leaning back to kick him with my foot. Not because I'm pissed - I just can't believe I didn't know this! "What the...!"
"What!?" he says, laughing and lifting his head to look at me again, snatching my foot out of the air as I attempt to land a second blow. "You can have another mate, but I can't have a past!?"
"Um, you can't have a sexual past, when your whole vibe is being Mr. Women Are So Scary and I can't even talk to them! Jackson!"
He bursts out laughing at my description of him, but I just continue to stare, flabbergasted.
*Seriously, you can't even talk to the waitresses at your job in the city, but you've had sex before!?" I shake my head, totally not getting it.
"Okay, okay," he says, still holding my foot in is hand as he leans forward and puts a hand on my shoulder. "I get it - this was...unexpected. But you knew I'd kissed someone before - that I knew a girl."
*Kissing and sex are very different, Jacks," I growl, tugging my foot out of his hand and tucking it beneath me.
He shrugs a little, like perhaps it's not, and I just stare at him, wondering if I know him at all. And then I sit up straight, my feelings hurt all of a sudden because -
I mean, because it would make a lot more sense to me if Jackson didn't want to have sex with me right now because he was a virgin - like me - and wanted to ease into it. But there was another girl whom he was willing to go that far with...
So...
Wait. Why...why won't he have sex with me?
Did he... oh my god, did he like her more?
Did he like her MORE!? Was she hotter than me!?
Oh my god. Was she funny? If she was funny...I'm going to flip out.
*Stop," Jackson says, tightening his hand on my shoulder, sensing all of my feelings down the bond. His face falls into serious lines as he stares at me, hard. "Stop all of that, right now. None of that's true, Ariel."
"Well..." I say softly, kind of adrift emotionally and starting to get upset. I tighten my fists around the fabric of the sheet, holding it closer to me. "What... what is true?"Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.
"Come here," he whispers, opening his arms to me even as he twists so that his back is to the headrest too. I do as he urges, climbing into his lap and letting him wrap me up, trusting him completely even if I am confused and a little dismayed. "I'll tell you everything, if you want to hear it."
*Of course I want to hear it," I breathe, still staring at his face. God, am I even blinking anymore? Have I forgotten how to blink?
*Do you want to hear it?" he asks, grimacing a little. "You get...a little jealous, Ariel."
I scoff a little, thinking that that's a little bit of a baseless claim.
"The waitresses?" he urges, raising an eyebrow at me.
Instantly, my eyes narrow. "What, was she a waitress? Wait - did they make a move on you last night?" I snap, sitting up straighter. "Which one? Was she pretty? Where does she -*
But the way he smirks at me makes me stop mid-harangue. And I snap my mouth shut, and scowl, and lean back against his arm.
"Don't get me wrong, Clark, I like it when you get a little jealous," he murmurs, his smirk deepening as he rocks me a little. "But...you're not going to like some parts of this story. And it can wait, or...I don't have to tell you at all."
"Oh, you're telling me this story, sir," I say, snapping my eyes up to him, knowing that the mystery of it will keep me up at night if I don't know all of the details right now.