"Jackson?" I peeked through the small gap, in his office. He looked up from what he was doing.
"Hey love. What's up?" He said, putting his pen down.
"Are you busy?" I asked softly, walking in.
"Not necessarily. Is there anything you wanted to talk about?"
"Kind of," I said.
"Come on over here and let me hear about it," I walked around his desk and sat on his lap, comfortably. He wrapped his arms around me. I'd gotten used to the physical contact to the point where I craved some.
"Well, about..." I gulped. "About Nancy," I began.
"What about her?" Jackson inquired.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about her," I began. "Or everything else,"
"No apologizing love. I should be apologizing to you," he said softly.
"You were only trying to help," I stated. "I've realized that I'm making thi
