Easy Sacrifice

Jessa:

He was there when I needed him.

He showed up like some kind of hero and saved me.

I wanted him to stay, I wanted to get to know him… I wanted him.

But he always left without a word.

The last time I saw him, he was in the backseat of a police car for a murder that I committed.

Ty:

She looks at me like I’m special.

She thinks I have something to offer her, but she’s wrong.

I don’t have anything more than street cred and my fists.

But for her, I’ll take the fall.

Even though I’ll never deserve her, I’ll sacrifice it all to make sure she can breathe easy, even if I suffocate in the process.

Despite dancing among the crowd of steamy bodies, my skin doesn’t feel too heated, but when I get outside and see him, it begins to burn. He’s leaning on his truck right outside the club, watching me. Waiting, maybe? The door closes behind me, and the bass from inside dissipates as the pounding of my heart begins to echo in my chest.

His eyes don’t move from mine. If I could walk, I’d run to him, but I’m paralyzed. I haven’t seen him in six years; not since he told me from behind the glass partition that he never wanted to see me again … I was the one who pulled the trigger, but he took the blame.

Now, he looks … hot. His arms are huge. His eyes are still beautiful, but they’re definitely harder and his hair’s a tad longer than it was before.

“Ready?” he asks, pushing off the door.

I don’t think I heard him correctly. “What?”

“Ready?”

He certainly can’t be asking what I’ve dreamed of since the first minute I laid eyes on him. Since he kissed me that night, all I think about is how I want more. I’ve always wanted more. “Huh?”

“Jessa.” He sighs.

“What?”

“Are you ready?”

“For what?”

He walks right up in my personal space and crowds me against the closed club door without actually touching me.

The warmth from his body ignites me even further, and I feel my face heating and my panties dampening. His index finger traces the outside of my mouth, and his eyes turn darker as he watches his finger.

“Me,” he whispers.