Raven’s POV
My eyes drifted away from Jacob, as my hand remained on the warmth of my collar bone, while I stared blankly ahead of me, before I continued to recall exactly what had transpired last night between Cash and myself. My mind seemed to be stuck in the intimacy of it all, as it kept replaying the same moments, making me wonder why I couldn’t see past a certain point.
Frustration, to say the least, was taking over, as I felt like there was some kind of mental block happening in my own damn head, making my hands move to my head as it began to pound ever so slightly from me trying to probe my way through it. It seemed the more I tried to push through the barrier wall that somehow lived in my memories, it pushed right back, leaving me to wonder how and why it existed, but then a ser
