"Well, I promise. I'll be here, always. You'll always find me." Serenity's voice was gentle and comforting, soothing his restless heart.

Jackson lowered his head, his gaze locked on her eyes. "Really? You're not lying?"

"Yes, I promise," Serenity said. Jackson loved her so much. She believed he would not do something that would hurt her.

Jackson was not Wilson Birch. Her story with him would not be the same as Wilson and Clara's.

"Then tell me that you love me, that you would hate not seeing me," Jackson rasped, his eyes filled with love and desire for her.

The look in Jackson's eyes occasionally surprised Serenity. He looked at her like she was the only woman in the world. Almost as if she was his whole world. How much did he love her?

Serenity had been sceptical about his love at first. Now, she was sure.

Serenity put her hand on his cheek and said, "I love you." Still, she wondered why he was so insecure about love. Was he afraid because of his childhood experience? If so, sh