36. Devon.

It's morning already, and after getting dressed for work, I notice Jessica stirring awake. Pausing slightly, I glance at her before walking towards her, watching as she rubs the sleep away from her eyes. She sees me and stills, a soft smile gracing her lips.

"Good morning," she whispers, curling into herself.

"Good morning to you too. How are you feeling?" I ask, and she shrugs.

"Listless," she mutters, and I let out a small chuckle.

"Always admired your honesty," I say, adjusting my glasses. She shrugs, running a hand through her hair.

"I have nothing to hide... Anymore," she adds the last bit rather quietly, a blush staining her cheeks. "Already dressed for work?"

"Yeah."

"I should probably get out of here," she mumbles to herself before stepping out of the bed, picking up the blanket, and folding it carefully. "Should I keep this here?" She asks once she's done, glancing at me.

"If you want to," I tell her, gesturing to the entire room. She purses her lips before placing it on the