Page 184 of Losing Faith

He nods a few times before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss on my nose. “Do you have anything I can stitch you up with?”

“In the kitchen.”

He nods slowly, but I can see all of his gears turning as he glances down at the rest of my scars.

“You can change your mind, you know.”

His eyes meet mine.

“About what you said in the car,” I clarify. “About how long you want me.”

He rolls his eyes before kissing me. “I’m not changing my mind. All you get is fifty-five years. You still need to get the fuck out at eighty-one. Your sob story won’t work on me.”

A genuine laugh erupts from me before he wraps his arm around me. I bring my arms around his neck, pulling him back on the bed with me and he hovers over me, keeping pressure on my cut.

“I know you said you were waiting until I’m mentally stable before we have sex, but how long are you willing to wait?”

His head tilts to the side as his eyes scan my face. “I don’t care about sex, Lisette. I’ll wait forever.”

A somber smile reaches my lips. “Forever or fifty-five years?”

He bites back a smile before kissing me. When he pulls away he turns more serious. “When you’re sober and not self-harming, I’ll fuck you however you want.” He kisses my neck before sitting up and I smile over at him.

“Well, that’s all the motivation I needed.”

He rolls his eyes playfully before stepping out.

I slip my underwear on, and when he makes it back with the stitches kit, I start to wish I had taken something for the pain when he wasn’t looking.

Chapter Fifty-Six

Lisette

“You’reactinglikealittlebitch.”

My loud gasp fills the air as I pull away from hugging Isabelle. I’m still carrying her as I turn to Jackson to see if he just heard that. The sun has already set, but I can see his glare with the way his headlights illuminate him.

After napping together, we spent the day waiting for the alcohol to leave my system. As much as I want another drink, I’m glad I get to hang out with Isabelle for a few hours. We just got back from picking her up from her grandparents’ house and I stayed in the car as Jackson went to the door, but I didn’t miss the judgmental look his mom shot at me through the window. I have no idea what I did to that woman, but that’s for future me to feel like shit about.

I bite my cheek not to laugh at Jackson’s glare. I turn back to Isabelle and a smile grows on her face when she seesmysmile.

“That’s funny?” Jackson focuses on her and I raise my brows at Isa when she looks at me. “We’ll see how funny it is when you have to go to bed straight after showering.”

I raise my brows further and try to keep a straight face, but when her brows furrow, I need to bite my tongue harder.

“Today is movie night,” she counters.

“Today will be movie night for only me and Lissy if you curse again. Cut it out already or you can cancel your sleepover with Uncle Sigh tomorrow, too.”

“But—”

“Faith,” Jackson warns and they have a stare-off before Isabelle turns to me.

“He’s so mean to me. It’s just aword.” She rolls her eyes and I canfeelJackson’s glare from behind me.

“Come here.”

I stifle a laugh as I hurry into the house with her before Jackson can yell at her. “Stop making him angry.” I kiss her cheek before snuggling my face in her neck and her laugh fills the air as she tries to push me away.

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