Jackson's filter is pretty much non-existent, “I don’t sleep around,” I blurt out randomly." Jackson reads his woman's body language quite well, “whoa, whoa, whoa,” I interrupt. “Back to my place to carve them? Slow your roll, Charlotte.” She tilts her head and crosses her arms. Willfully. S***. I know that look;" Jackson is a sensitive guy, “my balls are cute— what are you even talking about?” I liked thie book, I loved Jackson.
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