-Jafaar's POV-
When she came into the spare room, and I heard her softly call my name, I thought I was dreaming. Not because I was soundly asleep though. I’d just assume that no one in their bloody right mind would have removed themselves from a thick blanket and a soft bed after the generator went out.
It didn’t take ten minutes for the brisk cold to kick in after the heat went out. It was bloody torture. Mam called me and asked if I was alright. I reassured her that I was fine-that I’m a ginger for pete’s sake, so surely I can handle a bit of cold.
While all of this was true for the most part-tonight? Oh, tonight was on another level of frostbite completely.
“Jafaar?” I heard her call my name again, and immediately, I looked up and there was Journee, in my pajama pants and oversize
