Rosalynn's POV:
After Jackson had left and the door was shut and closed behind him, I watched him till he was no longer in sight. That is when I fell back on the bed as my arms went up over my head and reached the opposite side of the bed from where my feet were hanging.
As I lay there and looked up at the bottom side of the loft, I thought about everything quietly to myself.
I think about everything that had previously happened up until now. And by that, I mean everything that I could at least remember up until this point in time. The fact that I ended up in a small place with a guy whose eyesight was filled with feeling, especially when he looked at me, even more so when we were both looking at each other. It was a sensation that I was trying to figure out what the connection
