Help? (1)

*Jessica's pov*

He definitely had a traumatic childhood. But why did his parents divorce? I have been dying to know that. Shall I ask or not? Fuck it. I'll do it.

"Why did your parents divorce?"

"I don't really know. I was too young to know."

"Hmm"

"You told me he tried to kill you. Can you specify how?"

"He ch..choked me, threw me in a pool though I didn't know how to swim, suffocate me and I don't remember more."

I hugged him then looked him in his eyes and held his hands and said

"My condolences for what you had to go through but past traumas are not like, diseases you can recover from. They are experiences you have to live on with. And you can't let them hamper your life darling."

"How about we do activities you like and have lots of fun tomorrow if you're free?"

"Fine"

"Now sleep early as we have to wake up early."

"Angel I am not at all sleepy."

"How about I sing you a song to sleep?"

"You sing?"

"I recently wrote a song."

"I'd love that."

*James's pov*

It's morning already. She fell asleep in my bed. She looks so cute and peaceful while sleeping. But I am amazed by how beautifully she sings. Was she a singer before?

Anyways right now I am confused about what I shall do as she is sleeping on my chest. But she looks too peaceful. I don't want to wake her up, but what about her hand on my rock hard dick!! What shall I do.

"Goodmorning"

She's half asleep. She opened her eyes slightly, wished me a good morning and went back to sleep on my chest. But at least she removed her hand from my dick.

How I wish to hold her tightly, more closer to me and never let go. Sigh....

"Morning" I said.

She opened her eyes this time properly and looked a bit shocked seeing me.

"James?"