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CHAPTER 24
FIA
This can’t be my reality.
Jett positions himself right in my bubble, stealing every ounce of air I so desperately need. His words trickle along my skin like a levy seconds from breaking.
“Our flight didn’t change, did it?”
I don’t even know why I keep asking. Maybe to stop the direction of how my head is interpreting the swirling feelings happening throughout my body.
“No, Sofia. The flight time hasn’t changed.”
“You did all of this extra shit just to prove a point?” I ask, annoyed and a little enamored that he’d go out of his way just to get me here.
“Would you have come if I’d just straight up asked?”
“No,” I snip without hesitation.
“Exactly. I needed a way to get you here, and for the record, what I did was the absolute bare minimum of how I’d treat you if you were really mine.”
My breath catches, oxygen feeling depleted as I look at how possessively Jett’s features are pinned on mine.
He’s serious, almost too serious.
“So you brought me here just to prove to me you could? God, this is exactly why I never should’ve agreed to this. I’m leaving.”
Shifting in my chair, I don’t bother grabbing anything but my phone. It’s not like I won’t be back here shortly.
I almost rise to my full height when Jett anchors himself in front of me, gripping my elbow with just enough force that makes me travel to a time where his touch was the one thing that felt healing.
“You’re not going any-damn-where,” he growls.
He’s not suggesting or even insisting; it’s a demand and one that seeps all the way to my core.
“Bringing me here was just a game for you, and I’m not in the mood to play.” I roll my eyes, the beating of my heart quickening the longer he looks at me.
All of the sudden, it’s scorching in here.
“No, Sofia baby, I brought you here because I couldn’t wait any longer without being near you. Hours feel too long—hell, seconds without hearing your voice or feeling your wrath feel too goddamn long—so call me whatever makes you feel better, but I brought you here because I needed you.”
If I were strong, I’d stop my spiraling feelings in their tracks. Stop whatever force this is between us, but as much as I try to fake it, I’m never as strong as I think.
This has always been my fear with Jett.
Ever since the moment we first set our sights on one another, I knew his kindness would be my demise. Everyone knows about Jett Parker. I’d seen him out, heard of his antics, and maybe even wished I’d get to experience them.
But when I did, nothing could’ve prepared me for the feelings that would linger long after our one night with each other.
Jett is soft yet strong, unafraid to tell you what he wants, or exactly what’s on his mind, but only when he’s certain of your comfort. And that’s exactly why I can’t stand him.
Men aren’t like that—if anyone knows about men’s intentions, it’s me.
“Oh please, you’re taking all of this way too seriously. We had one night together; it’s not that big of a deal.”
The second I say it, my mouth runs dry. I can’t let my mind go to a place where it pictures anything outside of one night with him. It’s too dreamy, too out of reach, and far too close within my grasp that he’d unlock every part of me if I knew it was a guarantee.
Still as close as he can get without touching me, Jett makes it so his eyes are level with mine. The same magic from our first night together dances within his decadent brown eyes.
