Savannah
Jameson stayed true to his word. As soon as he woke-up the next morning, Jameson woke me up and insisted we get ready for our trip to the city.
After taking a quick shower, I kept it simple with a pair of light blue leggings and a white tank-top. Jameson also kept it simple with a pair of jeans and a dark green t-shirt.
Once he was ready to go, Jameson grabbed his keys off the nightstand, then he flashed a nervous smile my way and asked, “Are you ready?”
“Yep,” I replied, popping the ‘p’.
We walked from the cabin to Jameson’s car in our human form, but neither of us said a word the whole way there. I was too distracted, trying to think of each thing I wanted to bring back from my childhood home.
As I made my way around the car to the passenger side
