“That was amazin’,” he says smiling at me.
“So good. Wait, you have a little lipstick on your collar,” I laugh.
I try and dab at it, but he grabs my wrist. Our eyes lock and I see warmth. I've wanted this man for so many years, but he was always out of my reach. Maybe this time...
“I...Savannah this can't. I mean this was just a one time thing, right?”
My heart shatters on the floor and I pull back as if he slapped me. He might as well have. My cheeks flush and I stutter.
“Ye...yeah of course.”
“Scratchin’ that itch after all these years, right?” Jackson says, smirking.
What a bastard. Are there any decent men left on this earth? First my ex-husband and now him? My Jackson.
“Right, yeah,” I say laughing, trying to brush off my emotions.
“Did I live up to the hype?”
“Of course you did,” I say softly.
I've always pictured what it would have been like to be with Jackson. When I was young and inexperienced, I wondered what his hands would feel like, caressing my body. What his kiss would taste like after a long baseball practice. What his muscles would feel like pulsing underneath me. It was everything I dreamed it would be, all consuming. Then I got a nice dose of reality and woke up.
I walk past him to the door and turn around quickly, steeling myself.
“It was nice to see you again Jackson. Charlotte can handle your events. Take care, okay?” I say giving him a small smile.
He nods, seeming a little shocked and I walk away. He doesn't get to have this on his terms. He may have thrown me for a loop, but what he doesn't realize is that I've been dragged through the mud for the past five years. Actually, scratch that, for a long ass time and our little romp is not gonna put a dent in my armor. I'm done getting hurt and I'm done getting played the fool. Buck up, Gavinwood.
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