Friday’s Page 69 ~ Girls With Sharp Sticks

Friday’s Page 69 ~ Girls With Sharp Sticks


Jackson lifts his dark eyes to mine, and for a moment, we just stare at each other. There’s a sudden pressure in my chest, a breathlessness I’ve never experienced before. Jackson licks his lower lip again, and then slowly withdraws hi hand. He turns toward the sound of the girls running, rounding the building for likely the last time.
“I should probably get back,” I say, getting to my feet.
Jackson walks me toward the fence, and we pause as we reach the iron bars. I wish I could stay just a little longer, but I appreciate the time we’ve had.

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