When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Jessica's POV: The party is still going strong, and it's already one in the morning. I've managed to sneak some chips, pop for me, and some requested beer for Marcus into my room. He doesn't drink a lot, though, so he's not drunk. It's just been us up here since we started talking, and it's been awesome. I still haven't found my phone. "You say you write stories, right?" I swallow some of my coke and nod my head. "Yes but only a few." He looks at the notebooks that are laying on my bed. There's two of them, both holding my stories. He smirks and leans back against the bed. "Really? I would say those are the notebooks that you write in." My cheeks heat up and I look away, scratching the back of my neck. "Well, okay, maybe more than a few." When I look back at hi