Re: Rooftop.
There was a knit between her brows and a defeated edge to her frown when he didn't move closer, when Jack didn't accept the offer of her sloe gin stare or upturned mouth. There was befuddlement then, when he mentioned green, she clearly didn't understand what he was implying. Then again, she had no way of knowing that he'd ever crossed Ivy. And she wasn't Ivy, she was herself. She was the girl she'd been before the world destroyed her. Why couldn't he let her be that girl again?
"You wouldn't hurt me," she whispered. It was a secret to share because it meant that she thought everyone else would. Every man anyway.. except maybe Luke, but even that had changed. Brielle suspected that both Wren and Luke had known that she'd been staying with Alex, neither of them had cared. Only Jack.
"I feel safe with you.." And it was important for her to feel safe, because despite the bravado of throwing her name around the city and playing with her husband's back accounts, she knew what was coming. It would be vengeance, or it would be death.
She eyed him a moment longer, stern thought detailing her eyes until she pushed at his chest. Brielle did not ask, and she did not comply with his concerns. She pressed blue chiffon against the front of his body and found his mouth without hesitation. If he was going to rebuff her, she intended to deserve it.