Chapter 5
Warm hand on her shoulder, and she flinched. Pity was the death-knell of passion. Why had she spoken? Why hadn’t she just kept quiet, enjoyed it while it lasted?
She hadn’t been able to hold it back any longer. She’d been waiting for months for Jackson to grow bored, for him to finally seeher, to decide that he could find a prettier girl, a skinnier girl, someone who actually deserved to be cherished and loved. The suspense had eroded her resolve until, threadbare and careworn, it had finally snapped and she’d asked the question: “Why are we together?” Taken by surprise—she couldn’t blame him for that—Jackson had barely fumbled out a, “What?” And then the bitterness and resentment had taken over, and she’d charged blindly onward, bit in her teeth: “I mean, I can see why you’d want to date a fat girl…”