“You really don’t have to worry about me...It’s been two weeks, I can make my own breakfast…” Kenton commented as she slaved over the stove for the umpteenth time since his return from the hospital; feeling his hands move around her waist. Even though she had been committed to him physically; she could not take Jackson from her mind. As Kenton’s hands wrapped around her hips, pulling her against him to feel the strong structure of his physique, she thought of Jackson lifting her onto the surface of his desk-so much so that it plagued her every moment with her boyfriend; a title she now felt was undeserving for her sinful and dishonest thoughts of another man; his sworn enemy. Also a man that she had snuck out to see every night since he had returned from the hospital, going over notes of t
