On their way back to the Bennett mansion, Devon glanced furtively at the shadow beside him, feeling stupidly content. Weary from the sleepless night, Krystal had dozed off in the car itself. Not surprising since it was already four in the morning.
Queerly used to her presence in his life, he’d been unable to sleep as well, and had given up any pretense at two in the morning. Without waiting to weigh the consequences, he'd just randomly grabbed one car key from the cabinet and drove to the hospital.
It was only after a first glimpse at her beloved face that he’d managed to infuse a breath of air inside his lungs. And that dependency didn’t scare him anymore.
When he parked inside her garage, he lifted her gently like he was carrying his most coveted possession, and placed her carefully
