Page 204 of Iced Up Love: Part Two
He’s still watching me.
Too closely.
Too carefully.
“Do you need anything?” he asks quickly. “Food? Water? What can I get for you?”
I reach for him before he can move away, catching his wrist and pulling him back toward me.
“Jackson.”
He stills instantly.
“All I need is you.”
“I’m right here,” he says, immediate, like that should be enough.
I shake my head, my grip tightening.
“No… you’re not.”
His brow furrows.
“What do you mean?”
I lift my hands to his face, forcing him to look at me, really look at me.
“I need you,” I whisper. “I need to feel like I’m yours again.”
His breath catches.
“I need to feel you.”
He hesitates. Fear flashes in his eyes.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I say quickly, my voice breaking slightly as I hold onto him. “I’m here. I’m healing. I’m okay.”
I swallow, forcing the words out.
“I need to feel like a woman again, Jackson.”
The words land between us.
“I need to feel likeyourwoman again.”
He looks wrecked. Like he doesn’t know how to give me what I’m asking for without breaking something.
“I don’t know how to do that right now,” he admits, his voice rough. “I felt you die in my arms, Lia. I...”
“I’m right here,” I whisper, pulling him closer, grounding him, anchoring him to me. “I’m right here. I need this. I need you. Please.”
My voice cracks.
“Please, Jackson… I need to feel something again.”
That’s what breaks him.
