CHAPTER NINETY-FIVE US

JADE’S POV "Goodnight, sweetheart." I can barely hear him say as he kisses my forehead and pulls me close, but I don't stir or say anything, not only because I'm tired and need a good night's rest but also because I love how quiet and comfortable this is. It's the first time in a week that I feel safe enough to fall asleep without getting scared by what is to come or being afraid of having nightmares, something I had grown accustomed to for quite some time. I was alarmed by how lax I was growing around him, but at this stage in our relationship, it didn't matter. Like anyone else, I was scared of getting hurt, but I wasn't going to let my fear consume me. I would take a leap of faith into his arms, and hopefully, I wouldn't be disappointed. Although it would take some work, I would not be affected by what people said, primarily about whatever was happening between us. This was my life and no one else's; I couldn't be moved by what they thought and how they felt about things th