-Journee's POV-
The warmth of the apartment felt suffocating. It was my day off, and for some reason I was anxious. Oh please, I knew why I was anxious. I had been anxious since that scampi dinner.
I paced the living room, Jasmine gurgling happily in her makeshift pillow pen that I’d created to keep her safely surrounded, oblivious to the turmoil in my mind.
The days and weeks following that shrimp scampi dinner were a blur of emotions. Jafaar's confession, as casual as it was, had thrown me completely off balance. His words – "I'd certainly go out with you" – echoed in my mind, sending shivers down my spine and a warmth blooming in my chest.
Attraction was a dangerous game, especially when it involved a situation as complicated as this one. The father who never asked to be one, and
