2 Quotes by Jessa Joy

Through her open front door as I turn down my path her face peeks out as I walk back. There’s the noise of the start of the New Year countdown from ten seconds to midnight and I have the sudden urge to turn around, run back down the path and scoop her into my arms, press her soft curves against me and kiss her, hard. 
Instead I hurry my pace to get inside and check on my little brother and grandmother. 
Happy New Year.

Valentine’s Day.
 For a romantic like me, it should be a dream.
 Except it’s more like a nightmare.