Jessica/Tessa’s POV
With a notebook and a pen in hand, I sat by the window, my legs hanging lazily out of it, and my head gently leaning against the glass. I stared off into the distance, absently scribbling in my notebook. The drawings were barely more than a chaotic mess, worse than a preschooler’s art.
A knock on the door broke my solitude.
“Can I come in?” Zane asked, his voice muffled as he pushed the door open, peeking his head through the small gap.
I smiled faintly but didn’t move. “It’s your house... I really can’t stop you, can I?”
He stepped inside, closing the door behind him, and walked over to where I sat. His expression was grim as he glanced at my scribbled notebook. I immediately slammed it shut and tucked it away, feeling embarrassed.
“You call that drawing?” he tea
