Jay's POV
The feeling of waiting for a response is the worst. Waiting for the person who is supposed to love you to give you an answer is nerve-racking.
I paced around our rented house. Rachael stared at me with a worried expression, "You okay?"
I stopped and looked at her, "Do I look okay?"
"Damn no need to be a jerk about it" Rachael mumbled.
"Sorry sorry" I muttered guiltily.
It's not her fault. It's not her fault.
"She won't reject you, but-” Rachael trailed off.
"But what" I asked a bit inpatient.
"Scarlett doesn't know that we know that she's a werecat... wow I have no idea what I just said" Rachael muttered laughing a bit.
I ran a hand through my hair stressfully, "I forgot about that."
"Yeah I know" Rachael replied with a duh tone.
"Okay...um...do I just tell her that I
