19: These two are definitely a great match!

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I couldn't.

I seriously couldn't last here in this room any longer. I've had nightmares, coldness, sweat and everything like that disturb my sleep for the past few hours. At first, it was just the intense cold - and a while later, I started to have a continuous string of the worst nightmares ever. Random men trying to kill me, some of them trying to kidnap me in a van, and some of the dreams being completely stupid - like seeing a spider in my drink and throwing it only for it to hit my head and die like that. The dreams made me sweat in fear while the cold made me shake and tremble all over. It was such a bad night here.

I mean, not that I've never had a sleepover here before. But when I do, I usually sleep in Karly's and Klaus' room, hugging Karly on her bunk and warmed under their nice blanket. By midnight, I and Klaus sneak out together to have some night snacks while Karly's still deep in sleep. That room is pretty nice, warm and comfortable. But I've never stayed in this room before, and now that I did, I realised that it's not so comfortable either. How do the twins' parents even sleep here in this refrigerator-like room? I can't imagine having to stay here for about three or four hours more.

I curled and uncurled my toes in an attempt to get rid of the cold, while tightly clenching my fists to get rid of the extreme weather. I rubbed my palms before placing them on both my cheeks.

They felt like stone.

Drops of sweat irritated my face and neck. I literally felt like being drowned in water. My eyes were shut tightly from the time I started having nightmares because I almost felt paralyzed and didn't have the guts to open them and see my surroundings. Right now, however, I slowly took the courage to open them with great effort and turn to my side. And I saw the most unexpected sight ever.

Jasper was seated right beside me on a chair, his head placed between his arms on my bed's side, sleeping peacefully.

I blinked, making sure that it wasn't just some random dream I was having again. Indeed, it wasn't. Slowly, careful not to wake him up, I sat up with both my hands and stared at him curiously. Had he come to my side when he saw me having nightmares? I guess I stirred a lot in my sleep again, like last time. And I was sweating a lot too. Being a light sleeper, he might've seen me stirring uncomfortably. Already knowing about my problem, Jasper knows that I can easily catch a fever or flu too, especially in such a harsh climate. For some reason I'm not sure of, I smiled to myself as I watched his smooth hair sway slightly to the cold wind from outside and thought about his will to protect me from anything, even the littlest things like nightmares. Again, I asked myself the same question as always - Why does he care about me so much?

I can understand him being careful about me because he's supposed to do that and because his boss, my father, is a person he respects a lot and wants to keep me safe in anyway possible just for dad. But taking care of my personal needs and problems doesn't add to any of this, especially when I disliked him and treated him rudely a lot of times, even mistaking his jokes for being serious and calling him names for those. I've never asked about his problems or cared about asking him anything about his life since an ambivert like me finds it pretty hard to cross such boundaries, then why does he? Taking care of one's emotional problems, according to me, isn't what's supposed to be a bodyguard's job.

I got out of bed with these thoughts still wandering at some part of my mind, again very careful not to make a sound, and started to creep up to the door - when I suddenly felt someone grab my hand. I jumped in surprise and turned around to see Jasper leaning his head on his hand and stare at me suspiciously while his other hand caught hold of mine. Even though he looked sleepy, his grip on my hand was tight and firm, almost as if he was waiting for me to creep outside, though I was sure that he wasn't. "Where are you off to?" he asked.

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