Ever since Kenzo spewed all that kind of nonsense rationalization, it kept flashing in Fil's mind like crazy. It was bad, but she couldn't let it affect her. In this relationship that was founded by lust, motive, and revenge, whoever falls first would lose everything.
Fil didn't want to lose; she didn't want to lose her revenge plan, and she didn't want to lose Jackson. At least, not right now. Maybe once these fleeting emotions passed, she could let him go.
"How can I make your coffee if you're clinging to me like this?" Fil muttered, eyes down. "Wait for me in the living room."
Jackson didn't respond, hugging her even tighter.
"Fine," she sighed, taking a step to the side, and then stopped. She glanced over her shoulder because he also made a step so as not to burden her. "Stop acting cute. It's suspicious."
