Rosalie
Jack's breath hitched. "You, you love me?" Jack whispered as his hold on me got tighter. He waited for my answer, and as the seconds carried on, his grip only grew a bit closer, not enough to hurt me. I lifted my head up, and he let go, looking down into my eyes while I stared back up at his.
"I do, I think I really do," I whispered slowly. Jack's eyebrow raised as to question why I would say, "think." I sighed, put the sheet around me to cover my breasts, and sat up to look at him.
"I've never loved anyone, not really," I looked down and looked back into his eyes again. How could I love someone when no one has ever loved me before?
"You know all my deepest, darkest secrets, the most dreadful secrets. Most that no one ever knows or will know, and yet in the end, you don't think
