Novel & Cerita Jamie Anderson: Books

She might’ve won this little battle today but she has no idea how far I'm willing to go to protect what I've built here. When I opened Jamie’s door he was seated on the floor with his legs crossed and a book open in front of him. He jumped and quickly closed it as soon as he heard the sound of the door, looking up at me with guilty eyes. “What's that sweetie?” I asked gently, forcing warmth into my voice as I stepped closer. He hesitated. “It’s okay sweetheart,” I added with a light chuckle. “I just want to look.” Jamie’s grip on the book loosened and he gave it to me reluctantly. I recognized the cover instantly—one of those custom memory books from a themed gift shop. The kind with places

I was done with his possessive bullshit. "Andrea!" He slams his hand against my door, pushing against it as hard as he can,"open it." I roll my eyes, attempting to push my large drawer in from of the door. I'd hoped he would take the hint. Clearly not. "I'm done with the talks Chris," I say, pushing the dam heavy drawer, "your not my father or my keeper." The draw finally slides, fitting perfectly in front of the door. I'm aware this is some childish bullshit you see on the romcoms but my desire to not talk is ten fold. I stay planted in front of it, holding onto it as though I could give it more weight.