My Home

**Jessa**

There’s a warmth that settles inside of me when the plates are scraped clean and the wine’s been poured for the third time. We’re all leaned back in our chairs around the dining table, tired from turkey and from laughing too much, and full in every sense of the word.

Ryker’s fingers are resting lazily on my knee under the table, his thumb tracing small, absent circles. I glance at him, a