Jett stood motionless for a few moments, Freya's soft breathing and warmth leaving him with a blank mind.
'She's really warm… and her hair smells nice…' Jett caught himself mid-thought and shook his head slightly, scolding himself. 'Alright man, get yourself together.'
Carefully, he shifted to support her weight and, moving as slowly and gently as possible, guided her toward her bed. He lowered her down softly, taking care not to wake her. Just as he turned to leave, Freya's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist.
Her voice came in faint murmurs. "I'm sorry… It's my fault… I'm really sorry…"
Jett froze in place, an awkward smile tugging at his lips. "It's alright," he said softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He hesitated before patting her head gently. "She's still asleep, I got flustered for nothing."
