Even when that woman got close, he felt kinda gross. Holding other women wasn't anything like holding her.
When he got to the front of the rented apartment, he crouched down and grabbed the spare key from under the doormat.
She always left one there, saying if she forgot her keys, she wouldn't be locked out.
He opened the door, and the lights were still on.
There she was, sitting at the table with her upper body slumped over it, head tilted to one side, fast asleep.
He stared at her face under the warm light. Peaceful and calm, like a flower blooming. Just looking at her made him feel grounded.
He lifted his hand and gently brushed a strand of hair from her cheek.
He seriously thought he could watch her like this forever and never get bored.
After a second, he bent down and carefully picked her up from the chair. Even though he moved super gently, she still woke up.
"Jeffrey…" she mumbled, her sleepy eyes all hazy, like there was a layer of glass over them.
