She’s amazing. I’ve just all but told her I’m keeping secrets from her and she accepts it. Accepts me. The world is messed up. She acts like she’s the one who should have to hide but I get it now. Why should a woman be so ashamed of an act of desperation at such a young age? I’ve done far, far worse. God, I hope she forgives me. In my moment of desperation, I took on a job that I knew was wrong. I used Jess for money. I’m no better than the guys who used her for her body. I suck in a breath as her fingers work beneath my boxers. I can’t tell her yet. Not if what I believe is true. She might be in danger. And I’m wondering if I’m the one who placed her in that position. I can’t afford for her to send me away when she discovers the truth. So for now, I’m going to have to keep quiet until I know she’s safe. Jess flicks a look at me and grins as she works my underwear down my legs. Her green eyes sparkle, that chocolate hair falls in streams over her shoulders. It might be a disguise, but there’s no disguising who she really is.
