His kiss was ravenous and domineering yet lingering. It reminded Serenity of the kiss the other night—the kiss she had felt when she was soundly asleep. It felt very much alike.

Was that really him? Had he kissed her in her sleep?!

His kiss made her breathless. When they broke the kiss, she gasped, panting for breath.

"Quit liking Peter, okay?" Jackson rasped, murmuring under his breath. He rested his head against her forehead.

Serenity shuddered at his words. Jackson was the one who had broken up with her. How could he forbid her from liking another man? "Jackson. Don't you think it's ridiculous for you to say that?"

Jackson's face darkened. He wondered if she had any idea what he felt watching these videos of her and Peter at the amusement park. His jealousy seemed to be consuming him from within.

Jackson had seen Serenity gazing at Peter, smiling. Serenity had even helped Peter to fix his tie. It hurt watching her do that to another man, that knife's edge of pain torturing h