Chapter 170

JESSICA

What do you do when faced with a man who has plagued your dreams for months, a man whose face has consumed your waking moments and even your attempts to sleep.

I let him in. I knew I shouldn't have, but he looked so goddamn pitiful!

He looked…vulnerable.

But then again, every drunk man looks like a child that needs their parent.

He on the other hand.

I watched as his chest rose and fell steadily, he was sprawled on my couch which I once considered big but seeing how his large frame struggled to find comfort in it I began to think otherwise.

Why is he here?

Why is he drunk?

That's were the questions I would've asked if he didn't just walk in and lay on my couch like he was only here for it.

I let out a low, even breath, watching him with countless conflicting emotions swirling in my chest.

I wanted to move closer, see every detail of his face because I feared after this time a few more months would pass again before I can get a glimpse.

But I opted to stand in front o