57: Last Person

JASON

Jenna will be the death of me.

She could turn me to putty in her hands and I’ll ask if I’m perfect enough. Really, how did I let someone this awesome slip through my fingers?

The young me was extremely stupid. Because right now, I would do anything and everything I'm capable of to keep her by my side. For her to take me back.

You’re engaged and you need to get married for the treaty. The voice in my head has lost its credibility and the ability for it to stop me from wanting to be selfish.

Before, it would have had me looking for the nearest exit and trying to put as much distance between us as possible. Right now, I’m thinking of how to shut it the fuck down.

I think whatever line we were supposed to stay on the opposite sides of, blurred, the first day I kissed her in that office. And it has been a steady downward spiral since then. I couldn’t see her without feeling the need to have her.

And knowing she feels the sexual tension, the crazy need, deep rooted inside her, as I do