JORDAN
It felt like a knife was twisting itself inside my chest as I walked back into the room. I stared at the place I had known to be mine, the place I shared with Samantha believing that someday she was going to be my wife. My belief and faith was so strong, it was practically inevitable. Yet, there I was, redecorating for someone else just to see a smile on her face.
I looked around the place, the beautiful feeling I had of it, the excitement that grew inside me when I thought of the idea the first time completely disappeared. I could not help but imagine the look Genesis had on her face when I touched her.
Her words replayed in my mind and I groaned. I didn’t want to stop, I liked touching her. Her skin was soft and warm and small. I liked being close to her, I liked staring at he
