Chapter Thirty-Eight

It’s been four weeks since the demise of my innocence. Four weeks of lying to my best friend. Four weeks of falling, falling, falling for Jaxon King.

I’ve gone from snuffing at the idea of sex to being wholly and unhealthily obsessed with it. Every chance I get, I’m either beneath, on top of, or kneeling in front of Jaxon.

He’s accused me of enervating him to the point where he’s begun to hide from me. Because he needn’t touch me. One glimpse of him and the first thing I think is…sex.

For his part, he’s more focused on romancing me. He takes me out to dinner. He takes me ice skating. He takes me to weird art exhibits. He even forced me to sit through an opera once—I yawned my face off.

Two mornings ago, I woke up with the weight of diamond earrings dangling from my ears—because he’s too much of a wuss to be a sap and gift them to me when I’m conscious. Too much of a wuss to let me see him do it.

I’m so caught up with Jaxon in this place of extreme serenity and contentment, that I’ve pushed all thoughts of Markus and the music box into the background.

Selfish of me, I know. Melanie’s depending on me, and I’ve been doing nothing but lie to her, all so I can spend more time with Jaxon.

At the start of each new sunrise, I tell myself, “Just one more day.” Now, it’s a whole month later, and I’m craving Jaxon no less than I was craving him before.

If anything, the cravings and desires I have for him have intensified. I keep falling. Deeper and deeper. With every touch, every kiss. Making it that much harder for me to rob him and leave.

I don’t know how I’m going to gather up the courage to do it, but I know I must.