MAYA
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d laughed this hard. Jackson’s voice was low and smooth, carrying that effortless charm that made everything he said sound like the most entertaining story in the room.
We were seated side by side at the long dinner table, and somewhere between the appetizers and the main course, I had completely forgotten about Tristan.
Well… almost.
Jackson leaned closer, his shoulder brushing mine as he continued, “So this girl literally throws herself at me right in front of the cameras, grabs my face, and tries to plant one on me like it’s going to make her i********: famous. Security had to peel her off. The worst part? She kept yelling ‘I love you, Jackson!’ while they dragged her away.”
I threw my head back and laughed loudly, the sound bubbling out of
