He began to read, starting the book over. The pen that he had been using as a bookmark was left in the room. The thought of being able to do this every night was suddenly something he wanted. This was what felt right. She cozied in his arms, rolling her eyes at the sound of him reading. Jennie didn't think that he would keep reading, but he continued. Her eyes began to get heavy, and his voice vibrated through her skin. Every word he uttered was felt in his arms that wrapped around her and the chest she lay on. The voice was in her ears; it was clear and sweet. It was soothing to her troubled heart.
He felt her body begin to let out little jolts; he would take a second to look down at Jennie. She was drifting off to sleep, her eyes fighting to stay open. He continued to read, keeping an eye on her. He would stop the moment her head hit his arm, falling softly to the side and landing on his arm like a pillow. He let the book completely close, thinking of the fun conversation they would have about what she remembers. The book went to the small table where the lamp sat, making his arms available. Thoughts of taking her to the room emerged, but this was a more comfortable position. The pain that was once keeping him awake had finally subsided. He had now found himself drifting off. He reached for the blanket, spreading it over her body, turning off the lights as he settled. With his arms wrapped tightly around her, Jennie had fallen into a much deeper slumber.
Both fell into a deeper slumber, their hearts growing more connected.
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He would wake up with her in his arms, and this would change everything for him. The moment his eyes opened to her in his arms, this was what he wanted. He was ready to give everything up if it meant she would stay here. He would give up anything to keep her here. He watched her sleep peacefully, and thoughts consumed his mind. Everything he was feeling, he had just confirmed it. He didn't care if he was falling fast anymore, and he definitely didn't care what he needed to do to keep her. He would spend most of the day watching her sleep, and he had lost track of time. It was virtually nonexistent when he was with her, and he felt her begin to stir.
For the first time, they both had been in the company of each other all night. Not each other and other people, but just each other. She would fall asleep to him, and he would fall asleep to her. By day, they would wake to each other for the first time. Kai was ready for this moment, and he knew he was never going to see her cry unless she needed to. He wanted to hear her laughs; the sound of her laughter was music to his ears. He would make breakfast, both of them eating together for the first time.
With a whole day to be together and waste, Kai was on a mission. Kai wanted to make sure that if any of his other attempts didn't work, he would make this her new home. He wanted to be her new home. She had slowly grown on him; his heart had completely been filled with her. The thoughts of her would drive him crazy eventually, but right now, this is what he wanted. He would find a way to slip from underneath her, sliding from the couch to the floor. He made sure she wasn't going to fall, pulling the blanket to her face. He would leave her sleeping soundly while he moved himself to the kitchen.
He quietly tried to prepare a breakfast for both her and Monggu. He would fail miserably, making her wake up to see his efforts going to waste. He was trying to fry an egg, the popping from the oil landing on him. She watched him, trying to make sure that he would not wake her. She continued to watch him, the smell of rice lifting her body. As her body rose from the couch to stretch, he looked up with a smile. He hurried to make a glass of water, pacing to her side to hand it to her. She gladly accepted, watching him go to the stovetop. He began to ramble about how he just wanted to make her breakfast in bed and how she should wait. She took a sip of the water, placing it on the side table near the lamp. She would move to lay on her stomach, getting a better view of him.
He would feel his heart skip a beat at the exact moment they locked eyes and she was giving him her undivided attention. It was something he enjoyed. He knew that she was only looking at him, but he hoped that was how it would stay. He wanted her to only ever focus on him. He let his head fall down to the cooking food, and a sneaky smile waved across his lips. She would see, beginning to ask questions that he would ignore.
He would finish breakfast and get the opportunity to watch her eat. She gave a trying smile, lifting her utensils to eat with him. The two would eat, thinking nothing of the small conversations that flowed and only about the fact that they were together. The thought pranced in his mind, whether he should tell her. He had been holding it back since the night he ended up in the hospital. He would tell her eventually, but maybe now was not the time. She would begin to ramble about her plans, and he listened attentively. He wanted to know if he would be a part of them, holding on to every word.
She would need to leave, and this was the plan that stuck out the most. She talked about needing to go check in at the restaurant, assuring him that she needed to. She explained the need to explain last week, but now she needed to explain last night. This was not something he wanted to argue for, trying to convince her to let him tag along instead. He proposed a date, trying to think of a way to prevent her from being in that situation. She smiled, shaking her head because she knew his presence would only make it worse. After finishing their breakfast, they just wanted to talk a little more.
She was curious about his day and how he had been feeling. With a smile, he tried to show off his progress. She would look with weary eyes to make sure. He would quickly change the subject, brushing his hair back with his hand. She couldn't help but blush at his attempt, the hair falling back into his face. The day loomed over them for the most part, and her body had not moved from his side. He was embracing the moment, and he had become her distraction. He would listen to all the things she said, his smile growing bigger. He knew she had to leave, but was it so bad to let it keep going?
He felt himself falling for her. She was so caught up in explaining that she had not taken a moment to check the time. He watched her excited movements; her walls were slowly coming down. He leaned in closer as she whispered in his ear the dreams and secrets that she was trusting him with. He listened intently to her, his head turning at the same moment she finished speaking. Their eyes locked, and his eyes flickered to his lips. Not now; he turned his head and smirked. She hid her smile, looking bashful. He liked this side of her; it was something he had not seen. Had she never shown this side of her to anyone before? A part of him told him not to fight the feelings he had, and she wanted to follow him. She trusted him, and her heart was telling her she was safe.