Page 27 of One More Chance

“Thanks for being here, for making it possible not to sleep alone tonight,” he says. “And sorry if I spoon you in my sleep.”

I laugh. Over the past few days, I’ve found it’s Jensen’s pattern to say something incredibly genuine and follow it up with something sort of silly. Perhaps it’s some kind of defense mechanism.

“No problem, on both counts.” Who knows, getting spooned might be nice. I tend to get cold at night. I could always use the extra body heat.

“Goodnight, Harper,” he says, exhaling my name like a long sigh.

“Goodnight, Jensen,” I whisper.

Sometime after that, I hear the faintest snore coming from him. Not so loud it’s annoying or disruptive but just enough to know he’s asleep. I look over at his face, attempting to see any of it in the darkness. I can only make out the faintest silhouette.

But it’s a really beautiful silhouette. I fall asleep, studying the slope of his nose, the slant of his forehead, and the way his chin dips to his throat.