Nicole woke up the next morning to the unexpected warmth of Jasper's embrace. She lay still for a moment, her mind trying to comprehend the sight before her. His arm was wrapped around her waist, his face relaxed in sleep, and for the first time, she saw Jasper not as the cold, distant vampire but as someone vulnerable, peaceful. His usually sharp features were softened in slumber, and she couldn't help but wonder why he was so suddenly attached to her, especially when he had no memories of their past together.
Her thoughts were interrupted as Jasper stirred. His eyes fluttered open, and immediately, they met hers. There was no hostility in his gaze, just a quiet intensity. He raised his hand, caressing her face gently, his thumb brushing against her cheek in a rare display of tenderness.
