“I thought you said a shower wasn’t going to change the way I smell now?” I say, frowning at Rafe.
“It’s going to help,” he says, turning back to me and raising his eyebrows. “Seriously, Ariel, you…you smell like you took a bath in eau d’Jackson. It’s not a bad thing but it is…a statement cologne.”
I laugh a little and he nods to me, stepping out the door, clearly letting me know he’ll give me a minute. Rafe pulls the door after him, but doesn’t let it completely shut.
Quietly, I cross the room to Jackson, who holds my gaze as I do.
“Hi,” I say quietly – the same thing I said last night when I showed up at his door. But this time I say it with…a little less verve.
Jackson just smirks at me, reaching to cup my cheek in his palm.
“I’m really sorry, Jacks,” I whisper. “It shouldn’t ha
