"We really lost track of time, " Jazz comments, running her hand through her ginger hair with a yawn. "Why don't you just stay? Not the best time of night for either of us to be walking."

Truth be told, she had no reservations about the dangers of Amity Park— at least in her case. It's not that Jazz couldn't or wouldn't protect you either, but her bed was much safer. Undoubtedly.

Jazz leans up against you as you deliberate. All her warmth envelops you as she nestles her face into your neck.