The day had been exciting for Jessica as she spent it with Damian and Jasmine, yet the thought of night unsettled her with no idea what to expect. She couldn't help the questions tugging at her heart string; .
What would it look like?
Where was she supposed to sleep?
Now, with dinner drawing to an end, her mind drifted again, circling the same restless question.
She had hoped she wouldn't think about it, but it returned each time like a tornado tearing through her thoughts.
No matter how much she tried to adjust to the reality of being married to Davis, her memory stubbornly and constantly reminded her that there was no connection between them.
And yet, the truth was undeniable—she was his wife. Whether her heart accepted it or not, her body had to learn to obey the fact.
She tried, just for a moment, to dig into her memory, searching for a trace of how their nights together had once been but no…it was blank, nothing as though it never happened.
