Jas.
The morning felt like I was in a tropical storm, from meeting with Diana, picking out clothes and underwear, to getting my ass back home and getting ready.
Home huh?
Subconsciously, Zane’s condo or loft or whatever this apartment was referred to as, had slowly become home for me, and I love the feeling.
Maybe it was the bigger space I had here, or the nice and comfy bed, or the fact that this wasn't a borrowed space like it was in Uncle Matthew’s apartment… either way, it did feel like home.
Sighing, I finished up my makeup; a small brush of blush on my cheek, mascara, and lip gloss, then I got into one of the heels Diana had pushed into my hands at the final stage of the shopping.
“Good, I look okay now.” I whispered to myself as I heard the doorbell.
I stood up from in f
