And another part hears.
You need saving.
You’re a loser.
He’ll walk out too.
I hate the second part.
But I can’t deny the first makes my pulse jump.
No one has looked at me like that in years.
Not since before Mike started tallying my flaws like receipts.
J.T.’s eyes track the movement of my tongue across my lower lip.
His jaw tightens.
He’s serious.
This isn’t flirtation.
This is negotiation.
This is a man who saw an opening and stepped through it like he owns the door.
I glance back toward the dance floor.
Clara is radiant.Greyson is steady.
They look like they’ve chosen each other with no hesitation.
I don’t know if I’m capable of that kind of certainty right now.
But I do know this.
I’m done being powerless.
And if J.T.Lawrence thinks he just made me an indecent proposal—he better brace himself.
Because I’ve survived worse than him.
And if I step into this storm?
It will be on my terms.
Chapter2
J.T
My pulse is racing like a damn teenager’s, and for one reckless second I want nothing more than to grab her by the back of her neck and fuse her lips to mine.
Claim her.
I want to silence every doubt in her head with a kiss she can’t forget.
But I won’t.
