He hadn’t been able to sleep despite telling Jaz he was beat. How could he have slept when she was down the hall with Seth?And now she was standing in his doorway. Even in the darkness he could tell she was upset, unsure of herself.“Come here, baby,” he murmured.She hurried to his bed, and when he held his arms up to her, she climbed in and threw herself against his chest. He held her close as he felt her tremble against him.His insides twisted and his feelings were a mass of confusion. He should be happy. Jaz was his, or at least partly his. She loved him, and he loved her. He hated that her happiness was not entirely in his hands, but at the same time he understood her need for both him and Seth. It was a damn helpless feeling and one he didn’t like at all.What kind of a sick fuck did it make him to stand by while she went to his brother? Strangely, that didn’t bother him. What bothered him was the fact that Jaz was crying in his arms, and he was powerless to make her stop.He rolled until she was nestled against his side.
