Chapter 23

The kiss feels good; my heart races, and I become nervous. I feel those butterflies in my stomach they talk about on TV, and it scares me. Because this is what I should be feeling with Jack. I remember all the times Cesar has told me that I'm not in love with the businessman, and I push Franklin away. Because I'm still committed to someone, still trying to salvage a relationship that seems beyond saving.

“This isn't... it's not right.”

"It's right for me," he bends down to pick up the hoodie that fell when he kissed me and straightens up. “I don't care if you dance in a bar, Brook. I'm sure you have your reasons; I want to hear them someday. And if it's not something you like, I can go there every night and make sure nothing disgusting happens to you. You just have to tell me.”

“I'm sure my boyfriend would be happy to accompany me.”

“You're not boyfriend and girlfriend, stop deceiving yourself. I've seen it in your eyes; you don't love him. And the way you re