Adam’s P.O.V.
I watched Jenna as she stormed out of the coffee shop like a hurricane. Her half-filled latte still standing in front of me.
Shit…
I had tried to ignore the signs she was sending me ever since I had walked into the coffee shop. I had tried to deny seeing her cheeks redden whenever I would give her some sort of compliment, I wanted her to make decisions. I wanted for her to be independent and strong like she had been on stage giving her speech earlier today, but instead, she kept giving me the impression that if every decision that there was to make, her answer or opinion would never be good enough if she would decide it. As if she found herself to be not good enough in general. And I wondered why, because clearly, she wasn’t only the most beautiful woman I had ever seen,
