Jessie’s P.O.V.
The moonlight washed over Willow’s delicate body as she lay in bed. She is gorgeous. How am I this fortunate to have her love me again? Not once in the past six years did I didn’t believe I’d find myself with Willow beside me again. I assumed I had lost her forever. But she is mine, and I won’t make that stupid mistake a second time.
It’s shortly after midnight. We must’ve fallen asleep after we made love for the third time. I can’t get enough of her. She drives me crazy in all the right ways. I slipped out of bed to get a drink, returning to this beautiful sight. She was in a peaceful slumber as I stood at the foot of the bed, watching her. I’m undeserving of having her by my side. She’s perfect, and I’m a broken man now. I need to stop thinking this way before I do some
