RAYMOND
"Come on," I tugged at Jackson. "Let's go to my house."
He scrubbed the wetness out of his eyes before he slid into the driver's seat and sat behind the wheel. "Are you okay with driving?" I asked as I eased into the passenger side.
He nodded and turned the key in the ignition. "Yeah, I'm fine, sorry."
I put my hand on his thigh, "It's okay Jackson." I wanted him to know that it was okay to cry in front of me. He didn't need to pretend to be macho or hide his feelings or anything like that. He put his free hand over mine and held it there while we drove back into my suburban neighborhood.
My mom wasn't home yet when we pulled into the driveway. Even though Jackson had told me not to involve my mother, I had still texted her. Whatever Jackson may think, this was just too big fo
