Jessica’s P.O.V.
It had taken us up to twenty minutes to devour the entire lasagna. I felt as if my stomach was about to explode but God damnit, I had never, ever had such a damn good lasagna in my life, not ever. And other than to have shared an amazingly good meal, I had shared it with this amazing group of people sitting with me around the big dining room table. The conversation came easy, laughter came every few seconds. The guys liked to burn each other with their smart remarks almost constantly, only to let Amber take the winning blow every single time. She usually was silent, but when she finally spoke, she mostly spit fire. God, I needed to become more like her. But sitting here at the table with these people, I felt an unknown feeling of gratitude spreading in my chest, of feelin
