She couldn't quite let herself relax, not yet. She was still too afraid of the consequences and that he might be fooling her. She knew he wasn't, but she was still so afraid. Silencing the anxiety would take a lot more than a kiss, loathe as she was to admit it.

"You mean it, don't you? I'm a rotten person and you still love me. I've been horrible and you'd take me away. Why? I don't understand it. I don't deserve you, Dale Barbara." Jessica shook her head, ran her hands through her messy blonde locks. "I've done everything wrong. I... I must've been good in a past life or something I guess."