Clint Eastwood

Chapter 13

Jessie's POV:

Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! I thought silently as I walked away. Brantley was intense! I may have bitten off more than I could chew. Why did I have to poke the bear? I tried to keep my cool throughout the party, and when it finally started winding down is when I really got nervous. Once the last guest left, I grabbed a big garbage bag and started rounding up the trash. "Don't worry about that Jessie, we'll get it in the morning." Brantley said. "Oh that's ok, I don't mind." I said and went back to work. "I said... Leave it." He growled right behind me. Brantley reached around and took the bag out of my hand, tossing it to the ground and leading me inside the house. My breathing sped up, and I trailed behind Brantley happily. He led me upstairs and passed his bedroom. "Didn't we pass your bedroom already?" I whispered as I looked behind me. I bumped into his back, not realizing we stopped. "First, we need to talk. This is me. I can't change who I am, if that's not something you can handle, I won't hold it against you, I'll take you home right now. But if you go through with this, know that you're mine Jessie. I don't share." Brantley rumbled out, one hand on the door behind him, the other stroking my cheek. "I've been yours since you ran over me at the CMA's Brantley. Nothing you say now will change that. I love who you are, I wouldn't change a single thing about you." I whispered honestly. "We'll see if you still feel the same way after this.." He warned and swung open the door. I walked in after he turned on the lights and froze. I gasped and looked around. I felt Brantley step up behind me, his boot steps thudding  on the floor. I whirled around to face him quickly. His face was a blank mask, waiting for my reaction. "Teach me. Teach me everything." I whispered looking up at him.