Jesse fell asleep around two AM.

He snored on my bed, snuggled up with his book, and it was kind of adorable.

Kind of.

I was too jealous of him to find it completely adorable. Thanks to the second cup of coffee he made me twenty minutes before he crashed, I managed to stay up all night, and made a dent in the load of makeup work.

I nudged him awake ten minutes before it was time to go. He disappeared into the bathroom for a one-minute shower and came back smelling like river rocks and ...