Kathy's Pov
-Flashback-
I want to puke.
But trust me, it's not the nausea kind of puke but like puke with lots of nervousness and excitement mingle around with my stomach, I want to cry and poop at the same time. I know it is kind of horrid to read but it is sincerely what I feel and I freaking hate it. I want to jump out of the car and leave. It's been a minute or so since we left to the bakery and Jack has been quite and I could catch him looking at me from the corner of his eyes. I want to say something beautiful like he looks so damn good tonight and that he smells so great because his perfumes have been dancing inside my nostrils.
