Nessa

I wasn’t sure why I thought I made myself clear to Nash last night enough that he would leave me alone, but I guess I hadn’t. When I stepped out of my building this morning, I was glad that I had dressed warm. Fall had really sat in and the cold temperatures where enough to make me shiver and thank the stars that I had decided to wear my wine-colored chunky sweater this morning.

That was until I made my way halfway through the courtyard and got ...