Chapter 42 Forty-one

• Jackson wanted to leave the moment he came in but didn't. He hates this, all of it. The past month has been dreadful and he just can no longer take this agonizing tension between them.
• Jackson took a set onto his bed and gazed at her. Azalea wiped her face and got up to leave, but he stopped her, grabbing her by the wrist.
• Azalea inhaled sharply and glanced at his hand around her wrist. The feeling of warmth shot through her like a firework, even if his fingers are cold to the touch causing her to shiver slightly.