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Chapter Forty-Two

Imani

“Here…put this on,” Jackson said, offering me one of his shirts. I accepted it without hesitation and pulled it over my head. I wasn’t surprised when the shirt swallowed me whole and stopped at my knees.

“Would you like a late-night treat?”

My interests piqued.

He’s being so…nice. I hope Nice...