Zane pov.
Jessica leaned against my shoulder, a small smile playing on her lips, I let out a satisfied sigh inhaling her scent even more. Never in a million years would I have thought I would be so obsessed and in love with a woman. “You’re more careful than me,” she said softly.
I looked down at her, unable to stop the warmth spreading in my chest. “Maybe,” I said. “But someone has to make sure you don’t forget to eat.”
She laughed lightly. It was the first time I had heard that sound in days. Since Ana’s death, she’d hardly smiled. I wanted to keep that moment a little longer.
That morning, I had woken up earlier than usual. Couldn’t sleep anyway. The night had been quiet, too quiet. So instead of staring at the ceiling again, I went to the kitchen and made the blueberry muffins she
