Beautiful.
Jasper called me beautiful.
Not messy, not a disaster, not morning gremlin, but beautiful.
It’s been hours since he said it. Since his deep and effortless voice slipped out those words like he was just stating the obvious. Like they meant nothing.
And yet, here I am. Still thinking about it.
I need to snap out of it. Like really need to snap out of it.
But how am I supposed to do that when every time I look at him, my brain short-circuits?
He’s saying something right now—probably something important, because he’s making that serious, 'I’m-in-charge' face—but I wouldn’t know. Because I haven’t heard a single word.
"Thea."
"Hm?" I blink up at him.
Jasper stares, clearly unimpressed. "Are you even listening?"
I nod. Then shake my head. Then nod again. "
