"My love," Jackson called out softly, getting under the covers. I turned to him, humming quietly. Eyeing me briefly, he pulled me to him, until I was snuggled in his chest. "Talk to me. What got you sad?" I shook my head against his chest. "You don't want to tell me?"
"I..." I trailed off, not knowing what to do. I didn't want to lie to him. At the same time, if I tell him what went down on Campus today, he'd worry and be angry. I didn't want that. I'm conflicted because I know I should be more open with how I feel, but I don't want to worry him with my insecurities.
In the end, I decided to tell him. I told him what the students said, talking behind my back. I told him how it affected me and how I've been feeling lately. He listened intently, his hand rubbing my back ever so gently.
