I was completely taken aback when he removed himself from the bed as soon as the door had closed behind Jackson. He sat in a chair by the fire and just sat there staring at me. Something had changed when Jackson had left, but I had no idea what it was. I just laid there looking right back at him and tried to work out what was going on. I was so confused. He had talked so boldly about everything he would do to me, so what was he waiting for?
So many times he seemed like he was going to speak, but stopped himself. It was like his confidence had walked out the door with Jackson. I didn't want to set him off again, but I also didn't want to stay attached to the wall by my arms for longer than I had to be. "Lost your bottle, Brodie." I had planned to be more tactful but my mouth ran away from
