Jackson
Watching my mate sleep, knowing she was going to be okay, was the best feeling in the world.
She’s perfect - Flint said, and he was right.
Even with the bruises that still faintly lingered around her face, she was the most beautiful thing that existed. Her thick hair fanned out all around her on the pillow. A few strands fell across her face that I brushed back behind her ear. Her long eyelashes fluttered as she dreamt. I hoped she was dreaming of good things now that she would always be safe with me.
I traced the outline of her heart-shaped face wanting to memorize everything about her. Her soft pink lips looked so kissable, but I was determined to take this slow, as slow as she wanted.
She had been through a lot recently, probably her entire life, based on what she said abou
