Page 46 of Pick Me

“Jackson. Matty changed it after this conversation.”

“Why?”

She danced the phone in my face. “Read it and you’ll see.”

I scanned the messages, getting the jist of the conversation without reading the entire exchange. “I can see why Matty wants you to ignore him. He’s calling you a witch every five seconds.”

“And much like Matty, you’re missing the point of the messages.”

I shook my head, reading through them again.

You cast a spell on me.

I can’t get Thea off my mind.

Who does she want to date?

I reread them, but they still weren’t making sense.

“Don’t you see?!” she said.

“No?”

“Ugh. He’s into you. He’s only messaging me to find out what you’re up to. I know he brought Grace home, but I’m guessing that was some stupid attempt to get his mind off you.”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Yeah, but this is Jackson logic. He’s impulsive and never thinks things through.”

“Exactly my point. He only thinks he’s interested in me because you cast a spell on him. What’s worse is, if I believe your take, then he’s doing everything possible to cleanse me from his brain. Why would I be flattered by that?”

“I know it doesn’t sound great, but put yourself in his shoes. You hate him. You’ve made that clear, so maybe he thinks this is the only way.”

“And maybe you’re living in delulu land. He’s not interested in me, and I’m not interested in him either.”

She rolled her eyes, letting out a groan. “You’re both as pigheaded as each other.”

“And on that note, I have to get changed for my date. Do you want me to keep you posted on how it goes?”

“Always. If you don’t mind recording Jackson’s reaction to you leaving, I wouldn’t mind watching it.”

“There’s no point. It’ll be boring and a waste of space on my phone.”

I waved goodbye and laughed. She had no idea what she was talking about. Jackson wasn’t into me. I was sure of it.

Chapter Twelve

Jackson

“Thea,” I groused, walking into the apartment. I could smell her. That fancy floral scent clung in the air, a cruel tease dragging me back into thoughts of her. Not that I was ever far away from them.

I shucked my jacket off and tossed it over the couch, only to come face-to-face with her giant ass scrunchie on the coffee table right next to my gaming control. How cute. It almost looked like they were the objects of two people who couldn’t stand to be apart from one another.

Gritting my teeth, I cricked my neck, hoping it would spark the blood vessels and get my brain working again. Well, it wasn’t that my brain wasn’t working. It was that I couldn’t stop thinking about Thea.

I thought a good night’s rest would do me some good and I’d forget about her or that Britt implied I was in love with her. It didn’t happen. I woke up with a huge grin on my face and a hard-on that could fly a flag proudly. Seriously, have you ever seen a literal tent in the bedsheets? That was what I was rocking. There was so much space under there, at least two people could have camped out, and the fact I haven’t gotten it to go down since proved they could have spent the night.

I’d been proud of myself this morning since I avoided tugging one out while thinking about my friend’s sister, but that task was proving more difficult as the day went on. I wasn’t even safe at the gym where I got all my aggression out. Nope. My boner wouldn’t quit, and I was almost considering donating my cock to science for research.

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