Stopping midway, Jackson peers over at his phone the name reads mom as a picture of Jackson and Catherine Avery appear on the screen.
"I- I have to take this" He says hesitant to leave me, as a give a nod in approval. Before turning toward the door he gives me a quick kiss on the cheek.
I watch as Jackson leaves my house, the feeling of emptiness returns. I look around to examine the towel, pillows, and cushions all over the living room.
It was a mess but a memorable mess, a memory of the sexually good times I had with him. I loved the sex but cleaning up the mess afterwards, especially by yourself is rather unfortunate.
I wish Jackson wouldn't have left in such a rush but the fact that he picked it up meant it was an emergency right? He wouldn't ditch me like that I'm sure of it or at least I think I am...