Jacob and I hadn't been intimate ever since Paris happened and I heard the news of my miscarriage. For a long time, I didn't even want anyone close to me. I couldn't even handle Jacob going any further than holding my hand, but now, with that look in his eyes, I wasn't sure of what I could handle.
His thumb traced the back of my palm, making my thought process even more jumbled than it had been earlier.
“Jocelyn, please come closer,” he said, his voice lust-filled.
At that moment, it felt like I had lost control over my own body. I didn't realize it when I closed the bridge between us and became just breaths away from Jacob.
“Was this what I really wanted?” I asked myself.
Before I could think of any answers to silence the voices in my head, I felt Jacob’s hand find its way to my wais
