Irresistible
"If Jackson needs anything, don't feel like you have to get it. He can walk all right, he's milking his injury."
"All right. Hurry back."
The minute Simon walked out the front door I went to Jackson's bedroom. I tapped lightly on the door.
"Who is it?" He asked.
"Sophie."
"Come on in, cupcake."
I opened the door and looked in on him. He didn't look too bad, really. He was still incredibly gorgeous. He was sitting up in bed, reading a Sport's Illustrated. He was shirtless, revealing the tight bandage that bound his ribs, and he had a cut on the right side of his head. At least he was in one piece… thoughts of how much worse it could have been filled my head and a wave of emotions washed over
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