Chapter eight
TENDER LOVING CARE
Jesse drove onto the paved driveway of Gabriella’s weatherboard house, his eyes lingering
over the drab front garden which featured loose dirt and wood shavings, with two small wilting trees and a taller one in the middle. If he lived here, he would’ve planted colourful flowers and new plants which were low enough not to block the front window. Was he distracting his mind from the sensual experience of having her arm around him? How did he not notice Gabriella’s soulful, dark brown eyes and her feminine curves before? He’d never actually had a proper conversation with her over the years she’d been friends with Joy. He was too busy socialising, going out with other girls before Erica, and dating Erica for five years. He’d been twenty-one years old when he
