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I couldn’t think about doing anything else tonight anyway. My brain felt like it had been wrung dry.
Jesse stepped out of the kitchen, and I thought he was heading to his room, but a moment later, I felt his gaze on me.
I looked up to see him standing in the doorway, his expression softer than usual.
“Did I ever tell you I was glad you came back?” He asked.
I felt a small smile tug at my lips. “Yeah,” I said, setting my sandwich down. “But you can show me again.”
He crossed the room in a few easy strides, and before I could say anything else, his mouth was on mine.
The kiss started slow, teasing and tasting, but it didn’t take long for the passion to build. I leaned into him, gripping his shirt as his hands slid up to cup my face.
Then our lips fumbled awkwardly, teeth knocking and tongues slipping. I winced, and we both pulled back, laughing like idiots, cheeks flushed and breath uneven.
“Alright, you,” I said, nudging him toward the door. “Go take a shower and get some sleep.”
Jesse smirked, but his eyes were drooping. “Fine. But you’d better finish up soon.”
He paused in the doorway and looked around. I realized I had left my bags back at the food truck. It had slipped my mind in all the chaos.
Jesse added, “You can borrow some of my clothes for bed. Or, you know, not.”
I snorted and gave him a gentle push. “Go. Now. Before you pass out in the shower.”
He leaned back for one last peck on the corner of my mouth, then left the room.
Once he was gone, I sent a quick text to Jackson to let him know I was already back at Jesse’s place.
With the obligatory check-in out of the way, I finished my sandwich, rinsed the dishes, and wiped down the counter.
I heard the water shut off and peeked into the bedroom to find Jesse already asleep, sprawled out on the bed.
Shaking my head, I grabbed some of his clothes to change into, but just as I was heading to the bathroom, Jesse’s phone buzzed on the nightstand.
I ignored it at first, but then it buzzed again. The screen lit up with a missed call from Tony.
I snatched up the phone and hit redial. The call barely rang once before Tony answered.
“Finally,” Tony said, sounding relieved. “I’ve been trying to reach you. Did you get my message?”
“This is Beck. Jesse’s asleep right now. What’s up?” I asked, keeping my voice steady.
“Tell him I managed to recover the files from the CCTV,” Tony said quickly. “I emailed them to him. He should check and call me if he has questions.”
“Got it. Can you send them to me too? I’ll take a look now.” I rattled off my email address, and Tony promised to send the files immediately before hanging up.
I hesitated, glancing toward the bedroom. Jesse hadn’t stirred, not even with the phone buzzing.
Deep sleeper didn’t even begin to cover it. I shook his shoulder, calling his name, but he didn’t move.
Frustration gnawed at me. I opened the email on my phone and clicked the attachment, but the video was too blurry to make out much on the small screen.
There was a figure, and something smudged on the side of their neck, but it was hard to tell.
I needed my laptop.
I glanced at Jesse again, debating whether to try waking him up one more time, but it felt pointless.
