“Um...” Jackson says lightly, looking uncomfortably to the side – a move he stole from me, I don’t fail to note –
And I gasp, even louder now, just staring at him, completely agape. Then, I find myself.
“Jackson!” I sputter, leaning back to kick him with my foot. Not because I’m pissed – I just can’t believe I didn’t know this! “What the…!”
“What!?” he says, laughing and lifting his head to look at me again, snatching my foot out of the air as I attempt to land a second blow. “You can have another mate, but I can’t have a past!?”
“Um, you can’t have a s****l past, when your whole vibe is being Mr. Women Are So Scary and I can’t even talk to them! Jackson!”
He bursts out laughing at my description of him, but I just continue to stare, flabbergasted.
“Seriously, you can’t even talk to
