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Jessa got up and left the room. I didn’t follow, though everything in me kicked and screamed at my ass to goafterher.
Because what if I didn’t and shewalkedout?
Fuck it.If all she was ever gonna do was run away, I was in for a world of hurt anyway. Might as well get itoverwith.
So I cleaned up our breakfast plates like everything was normal, when it totally fucking wasn’t. Then I just stood there in the kitchen staring atthewall.
Then I broke. It didn’ttakelong.
I went around the house, checking every room, panicking that I’d let her go—and what if I found her packing? What if she was getting the fuck out,forgood?
I didn’t find her until I walked into my office. She was sitting back in the chair behind my desk, staring at the wall in front of it, where her portrait hung. The giant one Katie had painted… the one I’d had delivered to my house while she was at her shootyesterday.
“You have my painting,” she said softly. She’d stopped crying, and looked from the painting to me in wet-eyedwonder.
“I thought you were leaving,” I saidflatly.
“You have my painting,” sherepeated.
“Yeah. Well… we’re kind of done with them now. They’ve been scanned for all the stuff we need to make. The album and shirts and whatever. I figured Katie didn’t need to store them all at her studio. You know, she probably needs thespace…”
Yeah, right. That was the reason I took it. To help Katie with her storageissues.
Jessa stood and came around the desk, stopping a couple of feetfromme.
“I’m not leaving,” she said, her voice soft but certain. “You can try to drive me away, if you need to. If you need to test me on it. I understand why you would. You can try. But I’m not going. Not without saying goodbye. I’d never leave again without saying goodbye. And I don’t want to say goodbye.” She took another step toward me, tentatively. “If that’s okaywithyou.”
Was sheserious?
She seriously didn’t know if I wanted hertostay?
I closed the space between us, sliding my hand under her hair to cup her head, and pulled her to me. “Jessa,” I said, my lips brushing hers. “It’s morethanokay.”
My other hand found her hip and I pulled her against me as I kissed her, slow and deep. Her arms went around my neck as she archedagainstme.
Within seconds, I had her on the desk. Her legs were around my waist, her hands in my hair, and she was shoving down my sweats. We were clawing at each other, grabbing and clutching and desperate to get closer. She grabbed my cock, squeezing, and pumped me a few times, tight and fast. I yanked the crotch of her panties aside. When she whimpered, biting down on my bottom lip, Ifilledher.
A few more deep, hard thrusts and I was all the way in… smothered in all her hot, tight, and wet. My heart was racing, my breathing ragged. I wanted to fuck her to pieces, just slam all my anger and frustration into her as she begged meformore.
Instead, I put my forehead against hers and breathed her in. I breathed with Jessa until everything slowedrightdown.
Then I fucked her, deep and slow, saying a whole lot of stupid, fucking riskythings.
Don’t everleaveme…
I can’t fucking breathewithoutyou…
And when she came, gasping and clawing at my back, she whispered in my ear, “I love you, Brody. I love you so much… sometimes… itscaresme.”
ChapterTwenty-Six
Brody
Ispentthe next few days, on and off, popping into the church. Jessa hadn’t been back to jam with the band since the show at the Back Door. Basically, since Seth started coming down to play. And I didn’t love it. I definitely wanted her to be here. The band did, too. But I was willing to give her some spaceonthis.
Some.
Not the kind of space I’d given her back then—miles of it, until I totally fuckinglosther.
