Jason sat against the headboard, arms crossed as he watched you shift restlessly in your sleep. At first, he thought you were having a nightmare—that was what had woken him up in the first place. But it didn’t take him long to realize he was very wrong.

You murmured his name, but not in fear. No, the way it slipped from your lips was slow, almost breathless—seductive in a way that sent heat curling through his chest.

Jason smirked, tilting his head as he watched you stir. The moment your eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep, he spoke, amusement lacing his voice.

“Good dreams?”

You blinked at him, still groggy, confusion written all over your face.

Jason’s smirk only deepened as he leaned in slightly. “The way you said my name,” he murmured, voice low and teasing, “it must have been a very good one.”