With my arms full of bags of groceries, I begin the trudge from my car up to my second-floor apartment. It’s funny—it didn’t seem like that far of a journey when I decided I could carry a week’s worth of groceries all in one trip. But judging by the ache in my shoulders and the amount of plastic already cutting into my wrists, I think I might have misjudged this one.
Nice going, Jessa. Great choices all around.
Nice going, Jessa. Great choices all around.Connor’s deep voice carries from his doorway just as I’m about to take my first steps up the stairwell. “Hey, neighbor, need a hand with those?”
A nervous knot forms inside my stomach at the sight of him, as gorgeous as ever in a pair of black athletic shorts riding low on his trim hips, and a light gray T-shirt that looks soft enough t
