As I watched his tense back and the door opened, panic hit me. Not panic that he was about to go f**k someone else, but panic that he… that he was leaving me.
“I don’t want you to leave,” I whispered, the sound so low I thought he wouldn't catch it, but he did. He paused, his back growing more tense. I took slow steps towards him. “I don’t want you to leave me.”
He turned his head and stared at me from over his shoulder, his expression tight with pain. “This is cruel, Siri.”
I kept walking towards him, and when I was two feet away, I stopped.
“I know.”
I swallowed. His hand was still on the doorknob, his head still the only thing turned to me.
“I… I want you, Jackson.”
He drew in a sharp breath before he shook his head. “And now you’re going to lie just to get me to stay?”
I ch
