บท 95: Morning After

Jason POV:

I couldn't stop thinking about how her face had softened as she fell asleep, her usual guarded expression replaced by something so serene it almost made my chest ache. The delicate rise and fall of her chest, the way her lips were slightly parted, the golden strands of hair framing her face—it was a picture burned into my mind, one I'd probably never forget.

But then, of course, my guilt started creeping in. I mean, watching her sleep? What was I, some kind of stalker? And let's not even talk about the forehead kiss. What the hell had I been thinking? I knew I was taking a risk with that, but I couldn't help myself. It wasn't some grand romantic gesture; it wasn't about trying to prove anything to her. It was just… a moment. A moment where I let myself feel the depth of what I was starting to realize: I was falling for her. Hard.