Jasmine POV
The next morning, I woke up in Reagan’s arms, with my head nestled at the base of his neck. It was the first time in a long time that I felt truly rested. I shifted slightly, trying not to wake him, but his eyes fluttered open.
“Good morning,” he murmured. His voice was still heavy with sleep, though it was one of the most beautiful sounds I have ever heard.
“Good morning,” I replied as I smiled up at him. “How are you feeling?”
“Better. Actually, great,” he said, tightening his hold on me slightly. “And that is all thanks to you.”
I couldn’t deny the thrill his words gave me. “Just doing my job,” I said, echoing the words I told him the previous night.
“No,” he said. “You’re doing more than that. You’re taking care of me in a way no one else could.”
I looked away, the
