I didn't mean for the words to slip out, but they did, and there was no taking them back.
Jackson shifted on his feet, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away from me.
“Uhm… yeah.”
“Yeah,” I repeated, my voice slightly hoarse.
I didn't know why my voice was hoarse, okay? Don’t f*****g ask me!
I just… I just know that it was. And that my chest was tight, and I stared at him like an i***t, instead of processing his order.
It hurts.
Why on God’s green earth does it hurt?
I… I have rejected him more times than I can count. He was an adult with a good, functioning d**k that should be put to use. He wasn't a monk who has sworn off s*x, so why does it hurt?
Can someone give me the f*****g answer before I explode?!
Jackson looked back at me, his expression tight. “Siri, lis–
