Here is another part of my working story "Star" Completely unedited. I'm writing as it is rushing out of my brain.
Hyde knew it was a mistake that he was kissing Jackie. He knew it was her lashing out. He knew she would regret it, but he didnât give two damns. In case this was the last time he ever got to kiss her, he devoured her taste. Hyde pulled her close, and wrapped her curls around his fingers. He was nearly lost, when her hands slid under his tee shirt and her fingertips skimmed his chest. What should have been the door to more, instead was a cold bucket of water on his desire. Hyde took a step back.
âWhat are you doing Jackie?â
Jackie moved back in, pressed her body next him, snaked her hands up his chest, and murmured in his ear,
âI think you know exactly what Iâm trying to do.â
She nearly purred it. Everything about her was sensual. It took every morsel of his shredding his conscience to pull her hands, and bracelet her wrists.
âNo. Jackie. You donât want this. You think you do, but you're hurt. Youâre mad and you want to make sure Rafe is paid out for cheating on you. You will hate yourself.â
Jackie yanked herself away. Her own desire heaving in her chest. She knew what she wanted, she sure as hell didnât need Steven being the better angel on her shoulder.
âFirst off, you donât seem to have a problem kissing him. Second, Iâm a grown ass woman. I know what I want. Third, you donât get to tell me how I will feel about anything. Besides, are you telling me that you donât want to screw like bunnies?â
Whatever desire he had left fled his body. Her description of them having sex left him raw. This wasnât Jackie. This was a woman scorned. Hyde had zero interest in being her weapon.
âIâm not going to be your revenge fuck Jackie. If youâre looking for that Iâm sure Kelso will volunteer as tribute.â
Jackie gasped at the mere idea of sleeping with Kelso. It made her feel physically ill. The idea that her wanting to have sex was interchangeable because all she wanted to do was hurt Rafe was a slap in the face.
âI would never have sex with Kelso. God, do you think so little of me?â
She dropped down on the couch and let her hands cover her shame. What the hell was she doing?
Hyde dropped next to her, this time replacing harsh with a rare moment of vulnerability.
âI donât want to be a regret, even more than I already am.â
Jackieâs head snapped up,
âWhat are you talking about?â
âCome on Jackie, donât play dumb. I know you regret loving me. I know when you settle down a little you are going to be upset and ashamed we kissed. I donât want to be the mistake that will always haunt you. I canât be one more regret in your life.â
Jackie heard every ounce of pain in his statement. It stabbed at her. She was so stupid. She opened this door. Now she was going to have to walk through it. What was it about this man that made her want to protect, make feel worthy, and love him?
Hyde watched a myriad of emotions flutter across Jackieâs features. He could still read her, so he knew what was coming next was going to be brutal. He just didnât know if it was going to be for him or her. Jackie laid her head on his shoulder and laced her fingers through his,
âI donât regret you Steven. I never have. Even when you broke my heart with the nurse. Not when you smashed my heart into the ground by letting me leave and disappearing. Loving you wasnât a mistake. Iâve never thought that. I shouldnât have kissed you. It was wrong, but I donât regret it. I love Rafe, but I canât break the connection we have, Steven. So despite what I said about screwing like buddies, it would have meant something. It is terrible of me, but Iâm not sure I would have been sorry. I donât know what kind of woman that makes me, but that is the honest truth.â
Despite his better judgement he pulled her close again, and lightly dusted her lips.
âThatâs the problem Jackie, I wouldnât regret it either. Being with you was and still would be one of the greatest privileges of my life. However, you love another man. I wonât help you be a cheater. Itâs not who you are. We can forget the kiss. He never needs to know. â
Jackie bit her lip, and tried to her tears imprisoned, but they had a mind of their own. She pressed into him, and mumbled what felt like acid,
âWe both know we wonât forget.â
Hyde kissed her head one more time, before pulling back.
âI know we wonât.â
Hyde distangled himself from Jackie, clucked Jackie under the chin, and walked upstairs. He didnât look back. Because if he did, he knew he would never leave. He wouldnât be able to let her go.












