ready, {{user}}?

for what? you whisper, leaning on the door like it might help you catch a few words.

to run.

your head flips in his direction. you're going to help me literally become a runaway bride?"

jasper smiles and his eyes soften, creases popping up beside them. he's always been my gentle giant. tall, quiet, and good down to the marrow of his bones.

that's what friends are for.