Chapter 20 – Little Sister

• Jackson raises his left arm, bending it and pressing his forearm tight against my neck.
• The moment our bodies touch – he only had his hand fisted in my uniform before – it happens again.
• My eyes fly open as the pulse pounds through the air, almost audible this time. Jackson’s eyes go wide as he stares down at his arm. Desperate, I snap my hands up, pulling at his arm – but, fuck, they do it again – my hands start to heat immediately when they come into contact with him –