Celeste's POV
I have finally figured out why I haven't given myself to Isaac. At least I think I recognize why. I unquestionably frustrate my poor man, but I need to understand some things. I appreciate how he watched over me, but there are questions that only he can answer. I can't guarantee that I won't get mad or misunderstand things, I just have a desire to know. I hope he won't lie or omit anything. He's been back a week and I'm pulling this sh*t on him. We made plans for him to spend the night with me. Fingers crossed I won't drive him away again.
Thanks to Jackson, I'm fully dressed. Memories from our bathroom escapade came flooding back and replaced the Jackson memory. For that I was thankful. I still can't comprehend where my boldness came from. I started to play with my n*pples
