Mason's POV
I lie still, listening to Jasmine's steady breathing. Her chest rises and falls slowly, her face peaceful in sleep. It's a stark contrast to the pain and fear I saw earlier. My heart aches, remembering her tears, her trembling body in my arms.
Carefully, I slip out of bed, trying not to disturb her. My feet touch the cold floor, and I stand, looking down at Jasmine. Even in sleep, she's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Her long eyelashes rest against her cheeks, her lips slightly parted. How did I live so long without her? It feels like she's always been a part of me, like my life only truly began when I met her.
I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. She stirs slightly but doesn't wake. I pull on a shirt, my movements slow and deliberate. I don't want to
