JACKSON
It’s not happening. It can’t be happening.
And yet – Meghan, my Meghan, my friend and my mate, was there: no longer on the seat next to mine, but in my arms.
For a second, it felt like I was split in two: a part of me was just hugging her, reveling in that touch – a touch I’d missed and yearned for years, and another was … frozen. Shocked and panicking.
Liam’s gonna kill me. He’s gonna skin me alive, slowly, and laughing maniacally while doing it.
I could almost picture the scene. It was not a pleasant one.
But then, I knew that Meg would have talked with him before approaching me: if he was not okay with that, she wouldn’t have come to me. She wouldn’t have hugged me.
Well, I thought. If I have to die for this, at least let me enjoy it fully.
So I silenced that part
