53: Gray Judgment

JENNA

The playful aura dissipates with my silence. And I noticed just how close we really were. How the innocent way I’d sat at first looked nothing but that, right now.

My hands on Jason’s chest was the end of it. I closed my eyes and let out a discrete breath. He shouldn’t know how much he was affecting me.

I’m over him and this is wrong.

He has a fiancé. Get that into your thick skull, Jenna. I warned myself.

The only thing that reminder helped to do, is make the insides of my thighs quiver. Where Jason was touching me, his large hands flanking my waist, it felt too intimate.

Felt perfect, how well our bodies fit together.

I opened my eyes and found him looking at me. I think we’ve both accepted the situation now. I could see the inner battle in his eyes.

My wolf was focused on how close we were to joining. We both may be fully dressed. That was as good as the line that was between us, which I have to say, is blurry as hell right now.

She whispers in my head, how good it would feel