I got to the rooftop at the exact time he said. The Alibi’s rooftop was half-lit, windy, and empty.They was no Jackson. Just the city lights below and the low hum of traffic. I stood there for a full minute, arms crossed, jaw tight. “Dickhead,” I cursed under my breath. I turned to leave. “Ama.” His voice stopped me cold. I spun around. Jackson stepped out from the deeper shadow near the far wall. He’d been there the whole time, leaning against the concrete, watching me. “So you wanted to leave?” he asked, one eyebrow raised, that same arrogant half-smile on his face. “Shut up.” I walked straight up to him and threw my bag on the floor. The second I was close enough he grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me in. Our mouths crashed together—hard and messy with no hesitation. His tongue pushed past my lips and I opened for him immediately, kissing him back just as roughly. He tasted like mint and something darker. One of his hands fisted in my hair, tilting my head so he co
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