Chapter Six
Shay
With the heat of Jackson’s palm on my back filtering through the thin cotton of my blouse, I was far too aware of his touch. My body practically spun like a top around him. I still hadn’t fully recovered from this morning’s accidental striptease in the hallway. I had several chats with myself, trying to talk my body into the fact that Jackson was just Jackson. I was hyperaware of his nearness and his touch. I hadn’t experienced anything even remotely resembling desire in so long, I’d forgotten what it felt like.
My stern conversations with my body appeared to be all for naught. Because all I knew was I didn’t want his hand to drop away from me, and I was disappointed when it did. A flash of longing pierced me.
“Hi, Shay!” a woman called as we stepped into a massive kit
