Jonas’s POV
The rain was still falling when I woke up again.
I wasn’t sure how long I had actually slept. Outside, the sky remained gray beyond the fogged motel windows, and the steady sound of water striking the roof seemed to have become part of the room itself, like a slow breath wrapping around everything.
For several seconds, I didn’t move.
Callie was standing beside the window.
She was still wearing my sweatshirt, far too large on her, and she held a mug between her hands while watching the empty road beyond the rain. Damp dark hair fell over her shoulders after showering a while earlier, and something about that image hit me in an absurdly dangerous way all at once.
Because it was starting to feel normal seeing her there.
That was the frightening part.
Asher was still asleep
