I find myself forgetting how to breathe. The idea sends shocks through me, right to my core. Logically, I know it is impossible right now, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't dying for it to happen. When I try to move my hand lower again, his grip on me tightens and his eyes shut tight. Jackson releases a shuddering breath, dropping his forehead to rest on mine. "I'm serious Charlotte, don't"
I clear my throat, as if remembering that I do in fact have a voice. "But you didn't get to...finish." I pout at him. He opens his eyes, and stares at me in shock, mouth agape. "You don't need to worry about that." He says, shaking his head incredulously. "But-"
"Stop Lottie. It's okay, I don't mind." Jackson kisses my cheek, before rolling off me, pulling me to lie against his chest. Biting my
