CHAPTER 24: JACK

“You think I'm beautiful?” she whispered softly. Of course, that would be what she heard.

“Yeah.” I turned her face up to mine. “I do. You are beautiful, Sandra. Inside and out.”

And I was being completely fucking honest. She was not hot, or fit, or bangable. She was beautiful, she was sexy and she was sweet.

She closed her eyes and, when she opened them, they were glistening with tears. Oh fuck.

“Did I say something wrong?”

She shook her head and spinned in my arms, sliding her arms around my waist. Her cheek pressed against my chest and I felt her take a deep breath. I held her to me tightly.

“No,” she whispered. “No you didn't.”

“Then why are you crying?”

Her shoulders shook, and she looked up at me, a smile on her face even though her eyes were filled with tears. “Because it makes me happy.”

“Good,” I whispered and kissed the corners of her eyes, kissing the tears away. “I like making you happy, Sandra.” And I did. For some reason, I did.

I pulled her over to my bed and climbed in