Chapter Twenty-Five
Jackson
Hours later, I walked through the soft spring darkness, the air scented with greenery gradually unfurling. I paused in the clearing before the cabin and hoped—hell, I f*****g prayed—Shay was sound asleep. I’d made up some bullshit excuse for why I wasn’t walking to the cabin with her after dinner. I figured the only way I could get through these nights and keep my hands off of her was if I got there after she was asleep. Leaning my head back, I looked up at the stars, bright in the darkness.
When I stepped into the cabin, the only light on was in the bathroom, cast at an angle through the back corner of the room. A quick glance at the bed, once my eyes adjusted to the dim room, indicated she was asleep. Relief washed through me, followed immediately by disapp
