Adam’s P.O.V.
The dim glow of the TV screen flickered across the darkened room as I was lying in Jenna’s bed. Her breathing was even and deep as her head was resting against my shoulder, and her arm was securely wrapped around my waist as if a part of her was afraid that I would leave her, not that I ever would. Her chest rose and fell as it was nested against my own, our hearts beating together as one.
After our shower, neither of us had the energy to leave the hotel room, so we just crawled into bed as if it was normal and something we did every day, not that I would mind if it was. We had talked a bit and shared room service pizza while watching a movie, but it had only taken about half an hour before Jenna’s breathing had become deeper and I knew she had fallen asleep in my arms, ri
