I just stare up at Jackson for a long, long moment, not knowing what to do or how to express this brand new fear and keep my dignity.
“Ariel,” Jackson says again, his frown deepening as he strokes a comforting hand over my hair, his hand tracing through the long damp strands of it. “What’s wrong? What are you talking about?”
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