C65 Jethro

Jethro’s POV

I walked over back to the bed and sat down beside her. I reached a handout and pushed a strand of hair out of the way that had fallen into her face. My fingers drew the shape of her cheekbone.

Sara stirred, her eyes flickering open, and she smiled up at me. "Good morning," she greeted me, her voice husky from disuse due to sleep.

"Good morning," I responded, my voice full of love