25. Devon.

I'm still talking when I feel a weight settle on my shoulders. Stopping slightly, I turn around to see Jessica already asleep, her grip on the mug weakening. I take that from her, and her hands fall to the side and she snuggles even closer. As she slowly drifts off to sleep on my shoulder, I can't help but stare at her in amazement. Her face is soft and relaxed, her breathing steady and calm. The light from the moon casts a gentle glow on her skin, making her look even more beautiful than usual. The pounding in my heart intensifies.

I can feel her weight against me, but it's a welcome sensation. It's as if she trusts me enough to let her guard down and surrender to slumber. I can't help but feel a wave of tenderness wash over me as I watch her sleep.

As I stare at her, I notice things I may have missed before. The delicate curve of her lips, the way her eyelashes fan out against her cheek, the subtle rise and fall of her chest. It's as if I'm seeing her for the first time, and I'm fal