“Here,” he said. “Pepperoni,” he announced as he opened the box in the kitchen. Porn He used his foot to close the door before walking across the room to my bed. If Jackson saw me having one, the first thing he would do is take my hand so that, when I came out of it, I’d always know he was there, and I would squeeze it to let him know I was responsive. “You’ll be alright,” he said. I suddenly caught a whiff of the cologne on his neck, and my stomach filled with butterflies. I placed my hand on top of his and cuddled up next to him. Jackson looked up and saw me crying, and put his hand on my shoulder. “You’re going to be fine,” he assured me. Maybe it was the fact that I hadn’t known a man’s touch in over two, maybe even three years.
