I walked into the master bedroom and quietly closed the door behind me.
Nala and Jasmine were already asleep.
The room was dim, lit only by the city glow sneaking in through the curtains. Both of them were sprawled comfortably across the bed, all loose limbs and slow breathing. For a second, I just stood there, watching them, then peeled my clothes off and slid under the covers.
I settled in the middle.
Almost immediately, Jasmine shifted. Still half-asleep, she moved closer, draping one leg over mine like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her face nudged against my shoulder.
"Hey, handsome," she mumbled, voice thick with sleep.
I smiled and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. She smiled back without opening her eyes, yawned, and rolled away again, already gone.
I stared up at the ceiling and let out a slow breath. God, I was exhausted. The convention, the noise, the people—it had drained the hell out of me.
