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Emma
Why didn’t I just tell Jameson no?
I keep turning that question over and over in my mind as I make the drive from my house to the little coffee shop on the beach where I like to study.
Why am I such a sucker?
I know the answer, though. As soon as Jameson started toward me, in the aisle of the grocery store, I was pinned in place. Frozen, because I thought for the briefest second that he was about to ask me to take him back.
I swallow at the painful memory of feeling so weak around him, so easily destructible… if Jameson had only breathed a word about wanting me back, I don’t know how I would have said no. He burned me, and treated me badly, and yet I would’ve jumped at the chance to do it all again.
How pathetic am I?
Luckily, Jameson only wanted me for my brain. That’s my f
