FREYA
When my eyes open the next morning, I see Jayden’s face, propped up by his hand as his gaze bores into mine. His stare is intent, and there’s an emotion there that I can’t place, something akin to… fondness. Affection maybe? I’m not sure, but he looks relaxed, and that’s a new feature.
His hair falls into his face, his lips are stretched in his signature smirk, and his shoulders are hunched calmly but not lined with tension like usual. Jayden looks… happy. Content.
If only I could look that way, too.
“Good morning.” His low and husky voice makes my heart flutter, but the flutterings are quickly tampered with by my warring emotions.
“Good morning.” I greet back, albeit blandly. He gives me a half smile and doesn’t take his eyes off me.
We continue looking at each other, an awk
