Burning Desire
JACKSON
I kissed her.
I kissed her in an attempt to push her away.
The entire time, I’m standing there in Penelope’s kitchen, a hard-on pitching my boxers at the crotch, knowing she wanted me just as badly as I wanted her, and all the while I was plotting. I tricked her with my bullshit.
At least… that’s what I was trying to do.
I wanted her gone.
For four days, I watched her. Four days, I sat back and thought about what I would do with her now that she was back home. Back in New York. Back in my arms.
And the only conclusion I could come up with was that she shouldn’t have been in either.
Because Penelope was “unfinished business”… and her presence back here in New York only proved that she was bad for mine.
I knew she was right. She was right from the start.
Emo
