40
Brock
I tensed for the first time since the sheriff started speaking, my breath held.
Jessie and I hadn’t discussed how long she would stay, or what her plans were. We’d been living in peaceful bliss, the days melting into one another as we avoided the sure decision ahead of us.
At least, I had, anyway.
Glancing down, I found Jessie peering up at me, a question in her eyes—quiet as though waiting for me to say something.
What could I say?
I’m falling in love with you.
You belong to me.
Here. With me.
That first time f*****g after we’d gotten back from Shiv’s, I’d flat out staked my claim, calling her mine.
But she’d never agreed. Never answered.
Jessie had weaseled her way into my head, my heart. She’d gotten me to open up and had given me a sense of self-worth I’d been miss
