Soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the floor of the spacious bedroom. The clock hanging deftly on the wall struck 10 AM, yet the occupants of the bedroom remained in deep slumber.
The tense air surrounding them several hours ago had settled into silence, interrupted only by the rhythmic rise and fall of the duo’s steady breathing.
Jessica lay curled up beside Davis, her head resting gently against his chest, his arm protectively around her.
Their faces bore traces of fatigue, with dark shadows beneath their eyes, brows furrowed slightly from the residual weight of the night’s danger.
But now, in the soft glow of the quiet morning, they looked peaceful and safe together.
A faint vibration on the bedside table buzzed insistently. It was Jessica’s phone followed by the second device—Davis’s phone, also on the table, buzzing with notifications piled up, lighting the screens one after another. News alerts. Missed calls. Messages.
Davis stirred first, his arm tightening slightly around her instinctively before his eyes slowly opened.
He blinked lightly against the soft light to steady his gaze. Lowering his head, he kissed her hair softly, it was the first thing that came into his line of sight.
Slowly, he adjusted her in his arms, and for a moment, he simply watched her face as though he wanted to imprint the moment into his heart. Carefully, he brushed a few strands of hair from her face.
He planted a soft kiss on her forehead. "Babe," he called softly.
"Baby... Jess... come on... wake up," he murmured as he nudged her arm briefly with so much care as though she were a fragile porcelain doll.
She groaned softly, her voice muffled. "Five more minutes."
Davis chuckled quietly. "Your phone’s already having a seizure. I think you should pick it up," he whispered as he planted featherlight kisses on her fluttering eyelashes, his hand slowly tracing and caressing her arms and body.
Jessica’s brows furrowed as she reluctantly opened her eyes. She slowly sat up, her muscles stiff, her mind still catching up to the fact that they were home and safe.
She took a deep breath and memories of the event last night surfaced, her breath hitched as she recalled she had slept off in the car.
Quickly, she glanced around and noticed she was sleeping in the bedroom, her clothes changed from jeans and polo to pajamas.
She sighed and rubbed her head. "You... yo... you carried me... in?" she stammered.
Disbelief riddled her features. "What do you think?" he smirked.
Her face turned beet red, her gaze averted. "You were—" he began, but noticing the shift in her face, he raised a brow. "What were you thinking?"
He asked as he flipped over, letting her lie beneath him. She gasped in surprise, hands flapping as she grabbed his shoulders.
Carefully, he studied her face. "Are you by any means..." He started, lowering his head to plant a light kiss on her lips. She gulped.
"Davis stop, I... was... I wasn’t thinking of anything," she murmured, eyes darting to anything in the room but him.
"Why do I get the feeling you’re lying?" he smirked, his hand slowly finding its way under her fabric. Her body tensed lightly, her breath hitched, and her hand instinctively pressed against his chest to stop him.
Her gaze, unconsciously falling on his lips, lingered as though following a silent command, her hand wrapped around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.
Without further comment, he kissed her deeply, yet gently as though embedding every unspoken word into it. By the time he pulled away, she was already gasping for breath.
Settling beside her again, he pulled her into his arms. "I didn’t do anything other than carry you in," he murmured.
Jessica felt her heart lurch to her throat. "What?! Carried me in? Like—you walked?" she asked, eyes wide.
"Or do you think I flew in?" he asked, a smile dancing on his lips. Jessica shook her head, thoughts swirling fast and questions rolling out like stones.
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