Jackson was in such a downer mood that he ignored Tiffany’s question. Instead, he hastened his pace, leaving the baffled woman behind.
Something finally clicked in Tiffany’s mind, prompting her to quicken her steps and catch up. “You’re referring to what I said at the dinner table, aren’t you?” she called out. “The answer is no. I didn’t say it because I didn’t want dinner to be awkward. I said it because I meant it.”
Jackson halted, his steps falling into place as a gust zipped past him and billowed his hair, disrupting both of their hearts.
He did not dare to look back, as though he was unsure of the statement’s veracity. “What did you say?”
“I said, I didn’t say anything because I was afraid of some awkwardness around the table. I said what I said because I meant it. You and your cooking are alike. They’re both delicious and exactly my type.”
Tiffany had always fancied herself a relatively thick-skinned person, but when those words left her lips, she could feel her cheeks warm up and burn.
Jackson finally turned around slowly. He leveled a complicated, nigh-unreadable look at her and warned, “Don’t do that. Don’t joke with me. I’m not in the mood for jokes… Plus, that joke sucks.”
Tiffany was a little startled by his reaction. The Jackson West she remembered was a self-assured guy who would hype himself as much as he could. Since when did he become so uncharacteristically cautious?
Tucking a strand of her billowing hair behind her ear, she replied, “Regardless, I think… I think we should try again.”
Time seemed to have stopped at this moment. Jackson’s eyes were glued to hers, unmoving and unblinking, for two minutes.
Then he lurched. He wrapped his arm around Tiffany and yanked her into his chest. He squeezed as tightly as he could, as though he wanted to press Tiffany into merging with his being.
A tear trickled down Tiffany’s eye. She hooked her arms around his muscular waist and inhaled the scent effusing from his body—the smell that only Jackson had that still managed to intoxicate her.
It was at this moment that she realized that this hug was what she had been waiting for since they broke up.
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