I looked up just in time to see Jackson coming into our room, late at night. He held that look of worry. Hopping on the bed, he crawled to where I was sitting. We shared a look and I know he's worried.
No words were exchanged between us. He's waiting for me to talk. Instead of doing so, I crawled to his lap and wrapped my arms around him, sighing as I felt the familiar warmth. The intimacy I've been craving all day. Jackson held me, tightening his hold on me.
"Everything's a mess," I whispered against his neck, inhaling his scent. "I don't know what to do,"
"You take it one step at a time," Jackson said softly. I pulled back to look at him. "That's what you do," he offered a smile. "If you rush yourself, you're only going to over exert yourself and it's not good. Even if you don't su
