Danger

[This chapter is dedicated to Alma_Foley. Thank you for giving this story your power stones. I appreciate the support.]

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She was pacing the length of her room back and forth while biting her thumb—a habit that she had already cut—but now with the thought of Noah coming for her, she found herself doing the bad habit that she developed when she was a kid. 

She looked at her right thumb when she tasted something coppery inside her mouth. She squinted her eyes when she saw the small cut that her own teeth made on her skin. She sighed and went to the bathroom. She splashed cold water on her face in an attempt to wake herself up from her agitation of the thought that Noah would fly over just to 'replace his own pillow'. 

"Stop this nonsense, Jessica!" She snapped at her own reflection. "Even if he'll come, he won't be here at this instance. The flight from Berlin would take time! You're being stupid." She continued berating herself.