Jasmine
My eyes snapped open at 4:30 a.m.
For one confused second, I stared at the glowing red numbers on the alarm clock beside Davin’s bed and wondered what had woken me.
“Seriously?” I groaned, dropping my head back against the pillow and pulling the blanket higher over my shoulder.
This wasn’t even the first time it had happened that week. Three mornings in a row now, I’d woken before dawn with no explanation, my body apparently unwilling to waste a single minute of whatever this was becoming, whatever Davin and I were becoming.
His arm was still curled around my waist, heavy and warm beneath the blanket, his chest pressed loosely against my back. His breathing came slow and even against the back of my neck, each breath stirring the tiny hairs there.
I should have moved. I should
