“I love you Jackson” that was the last thing he said to me last night before he passed out.
I know my last name is Jackson but that definitely couldn't be me. The look in his eyes when he stared at me was different from the looks he would usually give me. There was so much love in those eyes and those eyes were begging to be loved back.
His eyes told a story of pain and love. I wanted to know more but right now I am pissed. He dared to kiss me and then mention another's name. That was the height of it all.
I know he hates me but I'd rather he hate me without seeing someone else in me. Right there and then, I had so many thoughts in my head.
What if the s*x we had wasn’t meant for me? What if he pictured the Jackson in me when doing all those sorts of things w
