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Hope was over the moon, shifting wasnât scary as she thought it would be, it felt like accepting a part of herself that was always there, maybe he was right, maybe all she needed was support, it might be a simple little word, but it wasnât something easy to find, her mother that was a shifter, wasnât around to explain how this worked, and her father was happy to call her a demon for it, no one else in the town she grew up seemed to be a shifter as well, so hope didnât want him to sell himself short, he was more important than he realized, Hope shook her head and smiled at him. âI just needed you.â
âGood because I like you too, Jackson. Like, keep getting extra hours at the diner to be there when youâre, like you.â It was almost embarrassing to admit that out loud, she even worked on her days offs because there was a small possibility that he might be in the mood for pancakes.Â
The longer Jackson stood with Hope the more at ease he felt about everything. He was so worried the other shifter would still feel as wary about her other side as she had before but the smile on her face told him otherwise. He knew in that moment that he wasnât the failure he believed himself to be. Jackson was helping her, but in itâs own way this whole situation had helped him too. It was teaching him to put value in himself and see himself in a more positive light. His smile grew at the mention of needing him to help. â Well Iâm happy to be that personâ Jackson added.Â
His own declaration of his feelings being reciprocated by Hope was something he truly had expected less than being a genuine help. He kept to himself a lot and tried not to get involved out of fear of losing more, but when he met Hope he realized how much he was missing by not getting to know others. She was helping him in so many ways as well. â Have you?â He asked at hearing her own admission. His smile grew a bit bigger before he felt himself grow a bit nervous. â So if I asked if I could kiss you, would that be okay?â








