POV: Jasmine
At least for now, I let myself enjoy him.
The car rolled to a stop in the parking lot, and I barely stirred, my limbs way too heavy and my mind too foggy with sleep.
"June. Get down." He tapped on her thighs roughly, and she groaned, mumbling something incoherent before sighing and settling back into the seat, completely dead to the world.
"Come on, baby," he said when he came to my side of the seat at the back of the car. His strong hands slid beneath my knees, another arm curling behind my neck.
I wasn't awake enough to protest before I was lifted and cradled effortlessly against his chest.
My head lolled against his shoulder, the scent of salt and him wrapping around me, pulling me further into sleep.
"I can walk," I murmured, slow and lazy. "Carry June instead," I said drowsily, but he ignored me.
"She knows her way inside," he said, and honestly? I was too tired to fight him.
The warmth of his body lingered long after he laid me down on my bed.
