A/N: This is a small peek back into the lives of James and Jordan, first introduced in The Broken Resolution. My last meeting of the day had finally ended. It was only two-thirty in the afternoon, too. Instead of getting some much needed work done, though, I was going home. It was a crappy day—clouds …
This is the result of a writing prompt regarding a broken new year’s resolution. It doesn’t really feel complete, does it? Only three weeks into the new year and I had already broken my first resolution. Probably the more important resolution. It was too late to get flowers—the grocery store closed thirty minutes ago. Chocolates …