Jackson hugs me tight against his chest and falls back against the wall outside the interview room, sighing deeply as he does. I tuck my head against his shoulder, letting him hold me, going almost completely limp against him. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “That was intense. And they shouldn’t have sprung it on us like that.”
“It’s okay,” he murmurs against my hair, giving a little shrug. “They just…care. I don’t mind and I’ve got nothing to hide.”
I pull my head up a little bit, studying him, running a hand through his dark hair. “I love you too, you know.”
Jackson bursts into a deep grin. “What?”
“When dad said you were in love with me? And you didn’t deny it?” I look at him steadily. “I want you to know it. I’m in love with you, Jackson. And I’ll fight for you and die for you too if I nee
