Chapter 29 If You Still Don't Want Me

• "Finish what we started earlier?" I repeat, my voice strained as I try to sound nonchalant—like my stomach isn't doing wild flips, like my thighs aren't clenching involuntarily at the memory.
• Jack’s eyes gleam as he steps closer, his heat already invading my space.
• “Yeah,” he murmurs, his voice rough and smoky—like silk dragging slowly across bare skin. “You remember… how your legs trembled when I touched you. The way you moaned my name like it was the only word you knew.”