Chapter One Hundred and Five. Jessie and Diana.
Jessie’s Point of View.
The sun filters through the blinds of Diana’s bedroom window, as the damn wood pigeon perches on the outside sill, cooing for all it is worth. My beautiful woman is curled up on my chest, as I bend my head down and place a soft kiss on the top of her head. However, the romantic gesture, is marred, because I am unsure how the hell Diana is sleeping on my chest nuzzled into my arm pit, as I stink like a corpse in the desert ten days old.
Wow. That is disgusting.
“Babe, I am going for a shower,” I tell Diana, unable to stomach my own stench a moment longer.
“Humm,” Diana states, not fully awake as she turns over and lets out a giant fart, before she snuggles back into the pillow. I cannot help but smile. She doe
