Jessica watched her go and smiled.It was so easy to get her.She decided to stay for a bit because there were a lot of weeds, and it was the best place to think.She had a lot of decisions to make, and he wasn’t going to give her any time.
Chapter Eight
Later that night, Jessicalay in her bed and stared up at the ceiling.After Gideon had dropped her off, her mind was circling about why she just didn’t go to him.Jessica knew they’d just met, but the emotions and the sensations that he’d talked about were true.She’d never felt this depth of feeling for anyone in her life.
She knew she would eventually give in to him, but she wanted to make sure this was what she wanted because once she left the house and went with him, her father and sister would hate her and most likely disown her.
It’s not like they treated her like family now, but there was a sliver of hope she still held that they would come to understand her better and want to spend time with her.
She snorted and smiled.That would never happen, so she needed to come to terms with the fact that she’d lose her family, but she had to think of what she’d be gaining.A man who cared for her and wanted to take care of her.
She loved that he accepted her for who she was and didn’t want to change her or seemed embarrassed by being associated with her, as her family did.
The only thing she could think of, beside her family holding her back, was the way her body felt when he was near, and God forbid he actually touched her.Then, it felt like her body was getting encased by an inferno that threatened to burn her.Although her body craved it, there was still something that held her back.
She knew Gideon wouldn’t wait long, and frankly, she didn’t want to spend any time away from him either.
Tomorrow, she planned to go around the house and get any pictures or trinkets that she wanted because she knew she’d never be allowed back in.
The only thing she would miss was the memories of her mother in certain rooms, but she knew she could take her spirit with her.
Jessica closed her eyes and sighed.The next time she opened them, the sun was coming in the window, brightening her room.
She slid out of bed, energized because she now had a plan.After a shower, she went to the kitchen to grab some toast and juice.She’d need all the energy she could get.
“Good morning, Lucie,” she said as she walked through the door.
“Good morning,” the cook said.“My, look at you.I haven’t seen you this excited in...God, I don’t know how long.”
Jessica snorted, slipped a piece of bread into the toaster, and opened the fridge to pull out the container of juice.
“You know it’s my job to feed you, right?”Lucie said.
Jessica chuckled.“But I’m also capable of making toast and pouring juice, so why bother you when I see you busy?”
“I don’t think your sister has ever opened the fridge, much less poured her own drink, and God, the thought of her with the toaster scares me because she’d be the one who would start a fire.”
