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“I want you to wear it this way around,” he orders, showing me the front. On this side, there’s a ‘J’ engraved elegantly on the heart and I can’t help a laugh. There is no doubt he means Jake and not Jamie. It’s so caveman, so Jake. He grabs my chin with his thumb and forefinger, keeping a firm grip on me.
“All day. Every. Single. Day.” He kisses me and pulls away too quickly. “Read me the other side.”
I frown at his request and especially because his face looks so serious. It makes me nervous, and I grab the necklace with trembling hands. Stress eats at me and I say the words engraved on the backside without registering them.
“I love you,” I read with furrowed brows.
“I love you too.” His gravelly voice makes me snap my eyes back up at him. I now see the cheeky smirk on his face and my brain finally processes what I just read.
“I…” I hesitate.
“I’m in love with you, Jamie. So fucking much it hurts. You make my heart go fucking crazy, you pull at its strings until it can only sing to the rhythm of yours. As long as your heart beats, mine will beat along with it.” Hearing these words come out of his mouth takes a heaviness from my heart I didn’t know existed. It squeezes my chest before releasing in a swarm of butterflies.
“Me too,” I nod in a smile. “I love you.” I never thought I would feel so free saying this. “I’m so in love I don’t even remember how I lived my life before you in it.”
He smiles at me, and our lips clash together in a heated kiss. “Fuck, I love you. Can I say it over and over again?” he asks, and I giggle on his lips.
“With pleasure,” I reply.
I stand in front of Jake’s mirror as he puts the necklace around my neck. He clips it at the back, and I realize how short it is.
“It’s like a choker,” I observe more for myself than him. It’s definitely not as tight as a choker, but it’s much shorter than a pendant.
He kisses my neck, making me squirm in pleasure. “I don’t want it to hide behind your clothes. I want everyone to see it. Everyone to know who gave this to you.”
I smile at him and reply in the most innocent voice possible. “Yes, everyone will finally know Jason and I are an item.” I laugh, but his possessive growl is anything but amused.
Everyone already knows about us, there’s no need for the ‘J’ but I like the intention behind it, and I like that it matches my name too.
“Keep going like this and I’ll brand you,” he chastises me. He kisses my neck. “Property.” Another kiss on my neck, lower this time. “Of.” A kiss on my shoulder. “Jake White.” He nibbles at my shoulders.
A single shiver of tension mixed with yearning crosses my body. Why do I love it so much when he wants to own me?
He steps away and goes to sit at his desk while I keep looking at my gift in the mirror. I can’t seem to take my eyes off it. It feels heavenly to finally have admitted that we are in love. It’s a new chapter for us.
Full of confidence, I turn to him and watch him code something on his laptop for a few seconds before raising my question. “Jake?”
“Yes, Angel,” he mumbles. The kind of mumbling he does when he’s too busy to talk but doesn’t want to ignore me.
“Can I ask you something?”
Tap, tap, tap, his fingers go rapidly on his keyboard. “Anything, baby.” He doesn’t turn around or stop, his focus entirely on the screen in front of him.
“Have you…um…before that night at the police station. Had you been arrested before?” I try to keep my voice as soft as possible when I carry on. I know this is touching on a topic he’s never wanted to talk about. “Like, for something serious. When you were at Bianco’s maybe?”
The tapping stops as he freezes, his spine going rigid. He slowly spins his desk chair around to face me, but he stays completely silent. He looks at me, his gaze darkened, his jaw ticking. He’s in predator mode and I gulp at the realization.
I put my hands up in defense. “I don’t mean to–”
“Now what could possibly make you ask this?” His top lip twitches slightly, almost like he’s about to growl and I know this is a trick question, but I answer honestly anyway.
“That night you were being questioned at the police station with Nathan…Rose and I were waiting for you, we were so worried–”
“Get to the point, Angel,” he insists impatiently.
“I was trying to say that there was a chance you would get off with a warning or community service but Rose, she wasn’t convinced, and when I asked if you had previous convictions…” My flow of words per second accelerates as I see his face getting more serious by the minute. “I just thought I’d ask you, I guess I’m just being curious about your past, but you never want to talk about it–”
“Come here,” he cuts me off. His voice is not reassuring, and I regret bringing up his past again.
