Jessica’s P.O.V.
Ever since Derek had left the house, it felt as if, strangely, he had taken a vital part of me along with him. The first few minutes, everything had gone just fine on my own. I had leaned down and made sure that I had picked up all the pieces of the broken mug that had dropped out of my hands when I had seen him walk into the living room, deciding that it would also be wise to vacuum, to make sure that the small splinters of porcelain were gone as well. The last thing I wanted, would be to see how my handsome cowboy would walk into a piece of porcelain and he would need to get away from me again because he needed to go see a doctor because of something that I had done.
my handsome cowboy…
Really, Jessica?
Ugh…
It had taken me a full three-minute search, to find the va
