CONCERN
I relish the scent of Kent's T-shirt and his room as I drift off to sleep. How close we are, and how he opens up to me.
I wish he could be like this all the time.
I don't usually get this warm when I sleep, but I wake up feeling sweaty.
I attempt to open my eyes and discover that I'm still snuggled up with Kent, who's holding me tightly. I'm still quite tired. I didn't sleep at all last night until I came here, and after that rescue mission, I'm physically exhausted.
I steal a glance at him, and I notice that he's wide awake, gazing up at the ceiling. However, as soon as he senses me moving, he looks back at me.
"Hey, Julianna," he whispers, causing my stomach to flutter. My favorite version of him is Morning Kent, with tousled hair, the beginnings of a beard, and kind
