Mia's POV:
Jackson stopped moving and he looked at me. “You like this side of me? What do you mean?” He asked.
“You're not cold or detached. You don't have this hard exterior you usually exhibit. You're usually giving short responses or single sentences but right now, hearing you talk for so long, it's just different.” I said. “Good different.”
“Oh,” Jackson said, “I guess I'll have to be more of myself with you some more.” He opened the car door for me.
I smiled, “I would like that.” I turned to face him. “Goodnight, Jackson.” I walked into his arms and hugged him.
“Goodnight, Mia.”
Terry drove me back home. Melanie was already asleep but she left my dinner in the oven with a sticky note so I would notice.
The next morning, when it was barely 5am, the doorbell rang rapidly. I tumbl
