Chapter 12 It Won’t Hurt
The cold, clipped tone in Jackson’s voice revealed his irritation, tinged with impatience.
Elaine gathered her courage and mumbled softly, “…I’m afraid it will hurt.”
Jackson frowned slightly and replied in a calm voice, “It won’t.”
She was only half convinced by his words, but still unsure. Hesitant, she leaned in to kiss him, allowing herself to be with him.
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Afterwards, she dragged her exhausted body into the bathroom. When she emerged, she found Jackson, wrapped in a towel, talking on the phone. His back was to her, and his sculpted body was fully exposed.
Looking at the messy bed, she couldn’t help but recall the events from earlier, her face flushing with embarrassment.
She glanced at the time–it was already 10 p.m. If she got home too late and woke up Abraham, she’d be in for another round of scolding.
Though she’d grown used to it, she didn’t want Constance to be
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