Let the truth settle.
Let her feel how certain I am.
Because I am certain. More than I’ve been about anything in months.
When I speak again, it’s calm. Unapologetic.
“I want you,” I say plainly. “And I’m not going to pretend otherwise.”
Her chest rises in one sharp breath.
“But I’m not going to rush you,” I add. “I’ll give you space. Time. Whatever you need.”
Then I lean forward, elbows on the table, voice dropping just enough to slip under her skin.
“But I’m not going anywhere.”
She swallows hard, eyes locked to mine like she’s suspended between panic and desire.
Then, quietly, barely audible, “Jaxon…”
And the way she says my name, tired, frustrated, wanting, hits me like a punch to the ribs.
I smile. Not cocky. Not arrogant. Just sure.
“We’ll get there,” I tell her.
Her eyes widen. “Where?”
“Wherever this is meant to go.”
She stares at me like she’s trying to decide if that excites her or terrifies her.
Probably both.
Good.
I want her right on that edge.
Because that’s exactly where she’ll finally choose me.
Ruby + Billionaire = We Are All Pregnant
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Ava:
RUBY.
UPDATE.
NOW.
WE KNOW YOU WENT.
THE SPIRIT OF GOSSIP TOLD US.
