Chapter 29
Janessa's POV
He loves me.
He loves me not.
He loves me….
He loves me not.
Ooooh Graham Caldwell loves me.
I don't even know why I am happy. I keep smiling like a teenager who just got kissed behind the bleachers.
My cheeks hurt. My chest’s doing that flutter thing again.
He just washed away my worries with that line.
The man had game.
Mid- stroke. Dark eyes. Between moans, soul- snatching kisses and popping veins. He asked me to look at him, voice ragged.
Our eyes met and he just whispered the words like a confession;
“I love you, Janessa. I love you.”
Everything inside me froze. Then melted.
Shit. Who does that?
I was a goner. But what could I do?
The room was still humming, my skin still marked with him. Every breath still carried him.
I could almost
