Jonas’s POV
The rain was still falling when I woke up.
Soft. Steady. Sliding against the motel windows with that calm sound I had always associated with shelter for years, though I had never truly understood what it meant to share one before. For several seconds, I stayed still, still trapped somewhere between exhaustion and sleep, simply watching the dark room tinted by the gray light of dawn filtering through the curtains.
And then I saw her.
Callie was asleep between us.
Her head rested near Asher’s chest, one of her arms unconsciously draped over my waist while her slow, deep breathing barely disturbed the silence in the room. Dark hair spilled messily across the pillow, and part of her face remained hidden against the blanket, still softened by sleep in a way I had never seen sin
