Page 71 of Sinful Touch

“What do you mean?" I ask. She turns back, looks at me, and takes a deep breath.

“I feel like I am betraying you,” She confesses to me.

“Lil that is not true, you should do it,” I tell her, trying to encourage her to get out and live. I might be in prison, but that doesn’t mean she has to be in here with me.

“Really?” She asks in a surprised tone.

“Yes, really. What else?” I ask, needing to hear more, needing to hear her voice.

“I started to write a book,” She whispers.

“Tell me more, Darlin,” I say in a hopeful voice.

“Remember my paper?”

“Yes, I do, very much so.”

“I decided to turn it into a novel.”

“How’s the ending coming?” I ask, knowing she is a sucker for HEA.

She takes in a deep breath and rests her hand against the glass, I do the same. I watch her eyes fill with tears, making my heart stop.

“It ends with you in here,” She confesses, the sadness once again taking over her voice.

“Lil, that is not a HEA,”

“I can’t bring myself to write a different ending, not yet,” She says in a shaky uncertain voice, making my fucking heartache.

“I won’t be in here forever; I need you to be strong; can you do that.”

“I can try, for you,” she says with a little hope in her voice. That is all I needed to hear: that she would try.

“That’s my good girl,” I whisper.

“Do you want me to come back?’ She asks me.

I will always want her to come back. I need to see her, look into her beautiful eyes, and know that she is alive and okay.

“Of course I do. I look forward to seeing your face. I need to see your face, Lil. You are the only hope I have in here.” I confess to her. It is the truth. She is the first person I think of when I go to bed and the last person I think about when I wake up. She is my everything, and she will always be my everything.

“Have you seen him?” She asks, looking into my eyes.

I nod “He will never touch you again.”

“Promise me you won’t do anything stupid, Jax,” She begs me. I can never say no to her.

“I promise I will be coming home for you, Darlin, I promise,” I whisper to her through the glass.

She nods and allows the tears to escape her eyes and roll down her face, she leans forward and rests her forehead against the glass, I lean in kissing her, or at least in my mind, I am.

I’m coming home Darlin, please hang on for me.

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Jaxon

2nd Year in Prison

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