Romans & histoires Jesse St James Glee

she smirked. " About, what?" she demanded. " You found a love for you Oh darling, just dive right in and follow your lead Well, You found a man, handsome and sweet Oh, you never knew he was someone waiting for you Baby, you're dancing in the dark, with him between your arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favourite song When you saw him in that tux, looking so handsome I don't deserve this, honey, you look perfect tonight..." Jess sang her cover of Ed Sheeran's perfect to her sister.

Amid the quiet ward, George focused on the task at hand – attending to Jessica, who lay on a bed with a grimace of pain etched on her face. His fingers moved with gentle precision as he touched her forearm, inquiring softly, "Are you feeling any pain here?" Just as Jessica was about to respond, the entrance swung open, revealing James. An unexpected pang of jealousy surged within him as he witnessed George's attentive touch on Jessica. James' commanding Beta voice, laced with possessiveness, cut through the air, "George, that's enough. Come here."

I announce, feeling proud of my selection. “Oh no baby please! I’ll choose Ruth B”. “You’re too late babe” I giggle evilly and play “Jamaica Farewell by Don Williams” “You don’t even know the lyrics” Jim says when I’m not singing along “Oh, baby boy, I do. I’m just waiting for the part I love” I say, smiling proudly. And it’s in this movement that I fall in love again. With the same person, who somehow manages to love me.

Kyle Stevens and Jessica Hepburn. Kyle had removed his tuxedo jacket, leaving only a white shirt with several top buttons undone. He pressed Jessica against the wall, both hands gripping the secretary’s waist possessively. Jessica, in her tight dress, tilted her head back, wrapping both arms around Kyle’s neck and eagerly licking his neck, leaving red lipstick stains on it. “Ah… Kyle, you were amazing on stage earlier,” Jessica whispered between kisses, her voice a disgusting, sultry moan. “That kiss earlier… you really made me so jealous.”

James rolled his eyes. She poked him in the stomach. “You want to keep this drool worthy, don’t you?” She teased him. “Salads not hamburgers.” “I am not the stripper,” James replied, nudging Owen. “I don’t have to tear my shirt off during the show.”

“Thanks for being here, man. Thank you.” “Always. Whatever makes you happy makes me happy too,” Stiles said as he patted my back. Before he could say more, my sister, Jesse, walked in. She was wearing a purple dress, her hair pinned up with silver clips. She looked like a princess, but her face was tight with worry. These past few days, she had used every opportunity there was to talk to me, encouraging me, to say the least. Stiles saw her and cleared his throat. “Right. I’ll go check on the wine and make sure the guards aren't drinking it all. See you at the altar, Riven.” He gave us a quick wave and excused himself.

I don’t even know why I’m giving out more introduction that I should probably have but I feel like it. My focus was glued towards Jesse who just straightened up from slouching in the couch. He appeared to be excited to see me perform and that’s more than enough to light the courage inside of me. I began strumming the guitar and thankfully, it’s perfectly fine tuned that I don’t have to go through the awkwardness of trying to adjust it before even beginning to perform. I took a deep breath before eventually spitting the first word of the song. Georgia, wrap me up in all your-

she comments as her eyes dart from Camden and then to me. “I mean, okay…?” I question, and Jesse smiles brightly as he keeps going on his sales pitch of an idea. “We send him out pretending to be you, and then we take you out the other way.” “Like a bait and switch,” Jessica chimes in, and Jesse smiles brightly at her. “Exactly, sweetheart,” He says, and I glare at him, clearing my throat as a warning. Who the hell does he think he is calling sweetheart? “Mhmm, I mean, ma’am.” He says as he stutters on his words.

I missed him a lot. "Okay, enough Jesse." He jokes. "Leave some for the rest." "Are you jealous already?" Jesse mocks. Jesse looks cuter in just a pair of red tracksuits and a black baseball cap. "Yes, I'm jealous. So jealous. I mean, look at Becca," says Kyle. "Have you seen how she looks?" I blush at that. "Hey, Marcus." "Hey..." And that's just how my conversations with this guy start and end. "Oh. Excuse my manners. These are my boys Raheem Sterling and Kevin Debruyne."

Jesse said. “Um, sure . . . if you want,” Ray said with a shrug. “I would like that,” Ava was willing to take whatever opening she could get. The D.J. began playing a slow song. “Thomas Rhett – Die a Happy Man,” Jesse said whimsically “What?” Ava asked. “The name and singer. Thomas Rhett,” Ray explained.