Damn it, there are just too many things that can be triggered.
It's just a feeling, but he can sense an uncomfortable tightness somewhere.
When he lowered his gaze once more, the bulge down there made his expression collapse entirely.
"Shit…"
He muttered a low curse and grabbed a pillow, pressing it on top.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Just imagining that woman's face was enough to make him react.
Jackson Russo, you're seriously sick, aren't you?
"What… Chloe… what did you just say?"
Listening to Chloe's innocent voice, Jackson felt a wave of guilt pass through his heart. His eyes landed on the blurry video screen on his phone. The shaky footage rendered Chloe's face unclear; the camera was instead focused on her clothes.
A bright pink pig, nose high in the air, appeared in the video frame.
So dumb.
He muttered silently to himself, utterly failing to understand the aesthetics of children these days.
What's so appealing about a dumb pig, anyway?
