Jennifer's Point Of View

You see those forced conversations because lust suffocate you two? That's me and Jerald. He is trying to put up a convo like he has something to tell me.

I looked at the tattoo on my hand and wondered why did I go forth with it. Tracy didn't even want to cover it with concealer.

The door opened and I guess I was lost in my mind that I didn't focus on this place.

“There they are!!” A woman came running towards us. Me in precise. She has blonde, shoulder-length hair tight in a ponytail reveals a craggy, radiant face. Piercing brown eyes. She is so...